I feel comfort at night, the world is calm, quiet and the chill awakes my senses, reminding me of life through numbness. It’s nice to feel, to feel something over nothing.
Slumped revolution, the flicker and glare of the blue light. Click, click... scroll, scroll.... tick the box. Share. 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… Continue reading Desk Activist