We polish the rock beneath our feet making the sands of the tomorrow. We tumble our memories like stones and they sink but they return. As a seashell is generated by the minerals of ancient shells so too are we likewise composed. We move inexorably in a rhythm made of stardust. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ FUTURE IS PAST 22.2