As a passive anarchist you float through life and time. Not unlike a raindrop in open space (pretending it wouldn’t freeze or split or anything like that). A raindrop, anyway, floating, experiencing, watching all the while your being shaped into an infinity of shapes by the more aggressive surroundings, no shape staying with you as more than an echo once changed. Chaos rules in this vast emptiness where silence and ease are the main emotions.
Then Raindrop hits the world.
The gravity of structure pulls you out of Eternity and into Action , out of Anarchy and into Shape and before you know it you splash against the window of a passing truck and the hard, brutal world forces you to fight back, to become part of this cold, structuralised, directionalised, up-close reality of choice and challenge. Before you know it you’re flat between the wind and a hard place, forever changed, forever dying, always watching the stars from whence you once came while loosing yourself in an ocean of same.

3 Responses to “The Death of a Passive Anarchist”

  1. 2:47 am, 31 January, 2009 р.
    Kennet says:

    … You have issues, you know that right?

    Also slight nitpick: the “your” in “Before you know it your flat between” should really be a “you’re”.

  2. 7:52 pm, 1 February, 2009 р.
    noartnoir says:

    Danx, yes I do, you’re supposed to SLEEP in the night, dear!

  3. 9:24 pm, 16 February, 2009 р.
    kennet says:

    What is this “sleep” that you are referring to? I do not understand…

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