I didn’t know people would come. I didn’t know caring love existed. I just hoped. And designed for hope.
I hope that we can allow it to be easy to choose the collective, barrier free and supported by trust.
Then the first follower will join.
The first follower is the true leader.
The friend who joins you on the dancefloor, when you got up there alone drunk with heartbreak.
How can we be each other’s first follower? How can we help each other choose to trust?
