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.

– kewagi

I wrote this a while ago. It fits the present, methinks.