there is a flood of color, sound, muted conversations and vivid eyes, flash flash flashing lights, and stop.
there is a scar, a wound, skin-deep and deeper down. there is underground, middle ground, above ground, sky and sea and soft earth and small towns.
there is a city, a population, a thriving mass of breath and heat and skin. there is a memory, memories, past then prehistoric, history then hell.
there is a person, people, him and her and he and she and we and them and us and everyone. there is everything, nothing, half-empty and half-full.
there is the spectrum, the spectators, the educators and the edge. and, stop.

there is oblivion.