Eight Cubic Meters by Jesse Andriesse
the streets we walk on, the foundations of our cities
sidewalks that provide a clear path, a smooth surface
when we wander the streets and look down to think
the tiles that carry the weight of everyone passing
the tiles that keep our feet stable on our way
the tiles provide a surface for all wondering minds
a surface that, when scratched, reveals
confrontation with heaps of information
overflowing minds in an already unstable world
a single truth has become hard to find and meaning evaporates
there is a search for clarity and an explanation in a complex, globalised world
people feel unsure and connect dots forming personalized theories
a general doubt eats at the institutions and foundations
can we find hope in the plastic lit-up signs in the airport?
or do we fear where we are headed?
are we united under a circle of twelve stars?