Sea-Change

Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
- Shakespeare's The Tempest

Profound transformations can be messy and painful. But they're not always into something beautiful and new. Sometimes, they're earthbound. Something colder and more cautious. Better adapted to an environment filled with harm.

Even amidst a heat-wave, there is no warmth in this city. Not for everyone, at least.

That's good. Because the world isn't built for everyone. And if it's not built for you, you've got to build a world around you. A new kind of world. One where you can breathe.