This idea spawned
from the notion of words.
This story dawns
with a chorus of birds.
The young journalist approaches the manor,
determined to light the sins of the past.
While across the globe, a man with dangerous knowledge
is on the run - and he had better run fast.
In the land of the learned - the scholar fights.
And in a quiet country town, the girl writes.
At the dawn,
both fight to break the cycle.
The journalist learns the secrets of the sins past,
but is it really her duty to bring such things to light?
A heart broken, a soul abused (such things must last)
and yet, she must wonder if this wrong is hers to right?
The man on the run wants to wield truth as a weapon,
but it’s an axe hanging over his head.
It’s a death sentence for him and everyone he’s ever known -
And if he can’t reach the radio tower, then he’ll certainly be dead.
The scholar stands on the precipice between the old and the new -
trying to convince those of the last age that things have changed
His reputation is a bank that runs dry as he tries to share what is true -
and that games, the domain of children, are a medium shortchanged.
The girl with the bleached hair tries to fight the system.
Something so simple as to hold a picnic in the middle of the street
To subvert their routines, and ensure she does not stand with them.
With her words and her wiles - what consequences might she meet?
Suddenly, it all comes together -
these people, with their lives united (never!)
It’s not the way it ends that matters
but if told poorly, the story lies in tatters.
The journalist abides her conscience,
The man on the run is caught,
The scholar is caught in a promise
and the significance of the girl is naught.
But if failure is the outcome,
then why remember the stories in this album?
They are simply words on the wind,
and in them our second-lives begin.