Change and vertigo

In a instant, the possibility of dramatical change.

Vertigo of movement, promise of a future.

I know I am a coward, yet I can still taste the exhiliration.

Everything is as before.

The beginning

Sans Echo has had numerous aborted lives.

Another beginning.

Again, the promise that anything can happen.

I will speak up, once a day.

All voices should be able to resonate.

They are nonetheless switched off… sans echo.