Thursday, November 11, 2010


"Come to think of it, my reaction at the time is very similar to the way I feel at this very moment. Interesting the way things go full circle, I certainly know that at other points in my life I would have behaved in God knows how many other ways. I’ve only just begun rambling and here it already feels too dark, too heavy. Natural, though, given the time, and the way things were, things felt dark and heavy for everyone. Myself, though, I’d lead a serious childhood and had little stomach for this burning violent hatred around me. I don’t even remember which side I was on, being that I remember in the past having felt both ways about that trial, I think a little bit of both sides was right and a great deal of most everyone was wrong about most everything. I say that now, because remembering back to the burning art, and the police lines charging, even the tear gas that I did not entirely escape despite my leaving because I’d decided I just did not have the passion to stomach what I was participating in, it just all seemed too dark to me. I’ll probably say this again, and I’m sure everyone feels this way at some point in their lives, but with the tear gas and the smoke and the isolation of escaping down alleyways and feeling I’d belonged to neither side of something quite horrible, I felt that the entire world had summed up to a terrible sort of product entirely. I felt that everything had gone amazingly wrong in the most fantastic way for everyone, and I had to get away."

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