Find your place on the planet, dig in, and take responsibility from there.
Activism is my rent for living on this planet.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
So exiled have even basic questions of freedom become from the political vocabulary that they sound musty and ridiculous, and vulnerable to the ultimate badge of shame — “That’s so sixties!” — the entire decade having been mocked so effectively that social protest seems outlandish and “so last-century,” just another style excess like love beads and Nehru jackets.
