I am the warmth of the sun. I am the desolate cold depths of the ocean. I am the stillness of the mountains. I am the roaring engine of a dune buggy. I am the swirls of dirt it makes in the sand as it cuts through it. I am the capricious waves of the Atlantic. I am the lazy current of the Russian River. I am the one who knows that the Russian River is in California. I am the facts. I am the bullshit that we are fed to distract us from them. I am the righteous leader of the Bolshevik revolution. I am the liberator of the free world with democracy. I am the blind destruction of families and homes. I am the fire that burns these homes to ashes. I am the rains that wash the ashes back into the rivers. I am the injustice of the world. I am the gluttony of the oligarchy, the ruthlessness of cancer, and at the same time… I am the healing and divine touch of God. I am the vaccinated. I am the unvaccinated. I am the son who is estranged from his father, and I am the father who is trying the best he possibly fucking can. I am the mother and I am the pain she carries in holding the world together. I am Maskat’s radiating curiosity. I am Maskat’s blind anger, and I am his awkward love. I am Maskat’s ecstatic existence, and I am his depressing despair. I am optimistic love. I am cynical fear. And I am everything in between.