Show them,
Make them understand that there’s nothing called eternity in this big mess of a world.
If they know blood, if they know fear, if they know dissection…then let them see that you know freedom,
you know poetry,
you know music,
you know stones,
you know roads,
you know bridges,
you know the prevention…
against bullets, banality and bondage.
History is nothing… people who judges are nothing but animals like everybody…
and obscurity has made more timely geniuses.
Rise…rise…rise…roar,
roar…
there will always be people to make walls with broken beliefs,
but rage through them…look at their eyes and tell them your youth, your education, your words.
Remember, it takes less courage to be able to create a system and more to be an extreme outlaw,
a critic of false and political vicinity.

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Photograph: Daido Moriyama.