Yet, in the darkness shed by such vanity, lurks something deeper,

a resistance;

a network of individuals whom have dedicated their lives to the realization.

Our shots are fired from cameras; our swipes are made with brushes. Every photo is a bullet, each song a battle cry. Our declaration to overcome is our triumph.

We congregate to celebrate in dance what decades of industrial fallout and economic mal nutrition have failed to accomplish. We unite to remind ourselves of who we are fighting for.

We do not fight for one another. We fight for you.

Children of the resistance open your hearts and love; open your minds and live.