never stop living this way.
we drift from block to block, from city to city, traversing continents and timezones. we live in cheap hostels, tiny flats and abandoned structures, scavenging the left-overs of a fallen industrial society. we speak many tongues, but one language. we smell riots long before they happen, and sense wireless hotspots. we distrust all that claim to lead us, and fear those who pretend to protect us. we inhabit worlds within our heads our ancestors didn’t dare to dream about. we are leaving their dreams of wealth behind and spin new ones of liberty and life.
I wrote this a while ago. It fits the present, methinks.
This guy is a hero. I'm too energized for words right now.
