there are hidden stories all around us,
growing in abandoned villages in the mountains or vacant lots in the city,
petrifying beneath our feet in the remains of societies like nothing we’ve known, whispering to us that things could be different.
our bosses and tormentors are afraid of what they would do without us,
and their threat is a promise —
the best parts of our lives are anarchy already.
from anarchy works by peter gelderloos
