Anarchy versus Revolution

A bunch of incoherent shouting down the road, rushing in.  I assume, along with everyone else at the bus stop, it’s a “crazy” guy “off his meds”, so to speak.

He passes us.  He’s a little more coherent close up, but I still can’t quite make out what he’s saying.  Too muffled behind his tightly snug (and more greenish tinted than normal) Guy Fawkes mask.

“Anarchy!” I shout – murmur once he passes.  Then reconsider that that’s not the correct precision for his confused political message — such as it is.  “Revolution!” I shout – murmur.

He then appears to be stalled at a stop, still yelling, but in a stationary spot, before getting a chance to commence the running rant.

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