The root of opposition. Not banners, not slogans, not even rebellion. The refusal to forget what was once instinct: the unfiltered laugh, the poem that served no purpose, the glance that lingered too long. It is not the destruction of the system that births freedom—it is the quiet insistence that the soul is not a cog.

They say the world fell. And from its ashes rose a better one, polished and perfected. But better is a word that forgets its own subject. Better for whom? Better by whose measure? Progress, when built without memory, becomes a tower with no doors, no windows—only mirrors reflecting the same unchanging face.

Somewhere, in a room where the walls are too white and the lights never dim, someone writes a new rule. But in another place, in the breath between seconds, someone else dares to forget it. Dares to dance without music. Dares to name a thought.

And in that, the opposition lives—not in violence, but in the fragile, immortal act of remembering that not all order is good, and not all chaos is bad. That to dream freely is the most dangerous and necessary form of resistance.

All The Writing's Here

Overdub instrument at Home Recording - 5/25/2025
Performed on Yamaha DTXtreme III Drum Kit with a Yamaha M12 Percussion Drum Pad

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