We walk out of our home and into the street. We are protesting something or we have forgotten exactly what. No matter. There is always something to become riot over. We have met for many dragging hours and have decided that we no longer need to wait for it, the event, another murder of a black man by the police, another sending out of troops or tanks or drones, another oil spill. We have already entered into a state of continuous warfare, punctuated with brief bursts of clarity, and the only response left is to throw ourselves over into a state of continuous riot. We walk out of our home and into the street.
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