Picture movement: skipping, hopping, running, never stopping until our footsteps are a familiar kind of rhythm. Keep going. We’re moving so fast because we have places to be and we have people to see. Jump. The cool spray of water exploding upwards as you catapult yourself into the water. Have you ever cared so much you can taste it? The bittersweet metallic on your tongue that tingles like electricity: love that burns your tastebuds numb. We have. Remember us by the blurry golden photographs soaked in incense and insect repellent. We have places to see, we have people to be.