We are everywhere.
Like glitter loose in your car or couch, we are everywhere and nowhere, ubiquitous and enduring. You think you’ve cleaned us up, thrown us away, but then a tiny flicker of light will emerge from your rug. We are the infinitesimal seeds of joy in light and color and flash that everyone needs to survive.
Like stars, we are untold multitudes of burning, uncountable and unknowable. Some of us cannot be seen with the naked eye, some of us are blazing blue supergiants. We draw together in small groups, orbiting eccentrically. We are nebulae, birthing each other, and galaxies, swirling into a great singularity.
We are the Glitter Collective.