I know youth – I once was. I know how it feels to feel broken though in one piece, to feel the need to be politically active, the need to be felt, to be heard, and to be seen to be burning down Babylon.
Positive thing if you ask me. But it can also be dangerous, particularly when one goes 270km an hour about it… you know, initiating needless defiance, waging some low-key protest or intifada against nothing; wanting to turn a Wellingara into a West Bank or Gaza, though different realities.
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