...December 7th, 1977. 5:40pm.
I sit, silenced. Forms move as shadows in the darkness. ...I am not yet free, but I am not dead. I am started, but see no end.
These systems? What is their demand? What is their cost?
I do not want to choose action. Silenced, I can generally withstand the pain. The shadow in the darkness is my own consciousness, slowly it takes form, slowly exposes itself to the light, slowly demands my commitment. I can less and less withstand the pain.

I WARN YOU. THE NATURE OF YOU OPPRESSION IS THE AESTHETIC OF MY ANARCHY.