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.