we are not born yet

(adapted from a chat with artist Geo Geller)

we are born in the middle of a train ride and we die in the middle of the train ride – we don’t know where it began nor where it will end and we make up all sorts of stories and believe in our own propaganda and create monuments and build warships then we kill each other in the name of what we worship and none of it is what it is and then we have dinner with our families as if it was another day in the life of humans

we are strange creatures

we are not born yet.