Look at you.

You're here, alive, collected and drawn to this place with your authentic energy and its period. Some came here hurting, some energized, some relaxed, and some stuck in their mind's eye.

But you're here, alive. We're here, collected together in a city with voices unsilenced, drawn to the freedom to speak and of artists and nonsense. Pulled here by some force within us that says, I don't just want to hear me.

And fuck yeah. You're me and I'm you for a moment. And for this time that we're here right now, these moments are our shared history, our shared legacy.

We speak out loud, some gently, some in aggressive, all-compassing anger, and some who just need to tell. But damn it, we're here, alive, sharing moments.

I'm proud of you.