Hey world! You, who supposedly doesn't care about my art. No problem, maybe I don't believe it. I've been writing what happens in my world and by my hands for many years now. I wish I could remember every word the little voice has ever said to me, saving my life and the lives of others in my web. It spoke so quietly in my desperate hours. So many crazy things are happening now: police brutality, policies of discrimination, and destruction of habitat etc. Will the world listen and see the searching beacon? The little voice is always here, and keeps going without discouragement though the world may not care. Those who can see the darkness all around them and cling to the bright spirit flickering will care about my note in a bottle because there are only heroes, survivors, and the fallen in this sea.
- Alice Eckles, age 49