DDR Nonfiction Edition
Wherever you are, whoever you are, having sat in an office somewhere, having determined that people like myself would make an excellent smokescreen with which to enrich yourself and your bosses, running focus groups to test out the efficacy of your manufactured issues, passing your ideas to hapless fundamentalists; I see you.
I see your schemes, I feel your fingerprints and the variation in the temperature of the snow that you balled up into your hand to roll down the hill and birth this avalanche.
I see the ways you think, and the ways you’ve impelled others to think. I first noticed your craft nine years ago – I’ve since seen the ways you adapt to the changing winds, and how you preemptively run back to the well to again so artfully poison it with bespoke compounds.
I see every move you’re making now, and I want you to know: we will not be defeated.
And we will continue dancing all the while.
6:20pm, at the Insanity Complex