(10 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
It’s cold tonight at Zuccotti Park, not a long cold but a fleeting wisp of a chill every now and then.
You would think that on such a night before a great fight it would be some glamorous and ideal setting. Instead, it’s filled with anxiety and as if the world cares not for what will happen tomorrow.
Revolution is not romantic.
The takeovers that are planned, the threats promised by the radicals and the hopes screamed by the liberals, all falls on the deaf ears of a horn honking city.
Wall to wall with white and blue vans. Their contents pour out onto the streets ready to earn their paycheck and wondering how many of us they’ll arrest during their 8 hour shift.
I guess they didn’t get the memo that we’re all planning to go on strike :-/