All three of them bonded by the certain, separate knowledge that they had loved a man to death. - Arundhati Roy

Democracy has become Empire's euphemism for neo-liberal capitalism.

A sparrow lay dead on the backseat. She had found her way through a hole in the windscreen, tempted by some seat-sponge for her nest. She never found her way out. No one noticed her panicked car-window appeals. She died on the backseat, with her legs in the air. Like a joke.

Destroying us. You are constructing us. It’s yourselves that you are destroying.