Walking
far from the S-weed domain, first marching with fifteen thousand in a
peaceful manifestation, and then trudging towards a tram for home: bumbling
naively into where the City was Not Reclaimed - finding all our ways out
blocked by police lines... strange times for citizens. Coming home from
these walks - oh, unharmed, I was never in any danger - to finish my daily
weed page before midnight: I was shaken by the powerful contrast. If now
a contrast it is. This town is where I live, weeds and all.