By the time I was 12 or so, I identified as a Marxist. I identified as an anarchist by the time I was 14.
Our ability as radicals to use physical violence is not going to be the difference between winning and losing, because we can't play that game as well as the state.
But one day, a turning point will come. The turning point won't be me in a shoot out with the cops or anything like that, but a turning point might be, people realizing that they can actually be free.
My friend gave me this. It says, "No one is going to stop you from dying young, and miserable, and right".
It was policy amongst certain police forces in the north-west, that if they came to a lockdown, let's say, at a logging site, to directly apply pepper spray into the eyes of people who were physically chained to things, and couldn't in any way resist. Not even turn their heads away.
It was obviously torture. The courts agreed that the protesters were exposed to torture. It was all across the media, but there was no outrage, there weren't people saying "police can't just do that to peaceful protesters". When did we ever become a society where this is ordinary?
I wanted something more than that. I wanted something much more than that. I stood for what was right. I fought for moral reasons, not just because I could. I put myself on the line and I cared for my neighbours. I reached for the stars.
Ben Well said something amazing. He said, "the artist can never hope to change anything. The most he can do is let people know that not everyone agrees with them".
This is a love song. A love song for the rubble I've been building. A love song to everything broken, or breaking, or falling apart like I am. This is a love song for every junkie plotting revolution.