New Leaves This Color

"It all comes back to Havel, and the fact that sitting around speculating if an action will have an effect is the only way that it surely won't, comes back to clenched fists, and prayer and working the pavement, back to molotovs and Bic pens on the subway cars to the minimum wage that's funding the next revolution, back to not selling nothing till after you're dead...

Back to the ruler-perfect shafts of light in that abandoned Amtrak tunnel illuminating the decibels of his paint, back to the persistence of cement songs, which is the persistence of stone songs, ink songs, lyrics songs, the persistence of rising, of spreading, of small sparks that don't know their own size or what the world has to say about their particular potentials, of sparks ignorant of statistics, and theories, of sparks without hands to wring or scales to weight the pros and cons of failing of sparks that simply burn and burn and burn and burn with all they have because they've been created for that alone."

Move." 

Chris Bernstorf