"At the public library, in the air raid shelter converted into a museum, in their apartments, they long to be protagonists of their own stories, for once, not professionals or protesters—a whole generation wasted, working in the service industry, collecting comic books, matching skin tones to shades of lipstick . . . but the fuse is lit, now, a hiss in the distance like air escaping from a slashed tire—and ears are pricking up."
-CrimethInc. Ex-Worker's Collective
Standardized tests all this week; talk about good education.
Your friend,
Alex
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