People sleepwalk toward a cliff struggle through underbrush, caught in briars and brambles lost in deep forests, where the trees too are in danger. They forget to look at the stars or watch where their feet wander. Their eyes gaze at screens screens full of everything and nothing screens that promise endless fulfillment and deliver endless discord. People wonder why they're on the wrong path as they pursue it relentlessly. People forget who they are and what sort of journey they meant to be on. They sleep in broad daylight. They lose their way. Their nightmares overtake them. They have nowhere to turn. Except toward each other.
On of your best.