این کشور نجات پیدا نکرده.. چنین فکری نکن... ولی تمام اعتقادات کهنه اش به ویرانی کشیده شدن و روی ویرانه ست که میتونیم چیز جدیدی بسازیم - Alan Moore

Give me a platform of ideas and harmonies on which to gesture and unfurl my wings. Give me a place to stand.

It's raining in Washington tonight. Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots. Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or Boy Kings. I like that.

The central question is, is this guy right? Or is he mad? What do you, the reader, think about this? Which struck me as a properly anarchist solution. I didn't want to tell people what to think, I just wanted to tell people to think and consider some of these admittedly extreme little elements, which nevertheless do recur fairly regularly throughout human history.