Every second living from the land was wrapped in struggle like noisy cellophane, and when it was discarded it floated gently to the dirt to create a bog of garbage only more difficult to traverse. This is why we banded together to create a mass that floated above all of that. It requires a little from all of us, and like a scale the weight gives more to the side that arrives. Our floating city will be guided by someone in spite of the indifference and apathy keeping you indoors, and it would take far less than you would ever anticipate for the brick and mortar to crash to the dirt and rob us of all the security we’ve enjoyed in the air.
Go do your part, because like it or not we’re all a part of keeping this going. Every inaction emboldens and empowers someone fixated on taking control.