The dream is dead. There is no big-tent; no mass. The siren song of community organizing is silent.
A coin falls to the floor--one side, Populist Struggle; the other, a Struggle to identify.
There are no hyphens; no anarchism with adjectives. The rock of ideology is no match for the river.
Many have come to idolize infrastructure; infatuated with their captors. Permanence is a myth and those who peddle it are spiritual thieves. Everything is falling apart.