Slumped revolution, the flicker and glare of the blue light.
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Ahh the smell of instant coffee and revolution in the morning. What once was done hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, has been scrolled away and replaced with pixelated prisons.
Finger protest and single fist bumps of defiance. Can’t you see what they have done? can’t you see they have won?