We are here

Do you ever find yourself walking through a muddy field, pressing your boots into the mud even heavier than you normally would, not trying to trample the grass but instead trying to leave an impression? Who do you expect will see this footprint? No one is going to be walking through this park, watching the mud specifically for footprints left by others passing by. 
Whenever you see a patch of drying cement, do you too feel the urge to touch it? You may not be sure what you would do to it, but do you also feel that desire to somehow mark that you were there? Do you think that people who would see that mark left behind would see any meaning in it beyond vandalism?
What do you think when you see a place on a park bench or a tree where someone has carved their initials? Do you think of it as disrespectful to the public nature of the bench, or harmful to the tree? What would happen if we were to write down those initials, to try to remember each other? What would happen if we were to meet these people, to see the moment when they decided to mark their existence in some impermanent way? What if in that moment they could tell you in person "We are here"?

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