|This months cover by K.K.W,|
with layout by Aleksandar Ares.
On the cover: Anais Heraud
|In as much as things change...the great wheel |
comes round again.
"Days of future past" (1)
Arrest's were a daily occurrence...
as sure as the Sun would rise in East...
and set in the West.
|Would she be taken to the camps, |
like so many others? Or only re-educated?
Who could say.
|It's said that "In unity there is strength" (2); |
and for these poor souls I hope its true.
For the brave are always the first to die.
|It was a time of great protest in The City - |
everyone and anyone who was tired of the lack of freedom,
living in a debt-nation, gathered in great numbers.
|Once they were known as dark-blue, |
now they roamed the streets dressed in black -
quote the raven, "...nevermore..." (3)
Artist's, teachers, students, cafe workers,
office assistants, home-care nurses, cooks & porters,
made protest's a regular happening.
|"...budget cut-backs, |
but increased police presence ...
its all mathematics... " (4)
|They gathered round Washington's statue...|
and some remembered his words:
"If the freedom of speech is taken away,
then dumb and silent we may be led,
like sheep to the slaughter." (5)
Held up to them, and bathed in flame were the articles
that bound him to debt
[at least in spirit, now he was free].
|The young were angry as they were passionate;|
they stood against the God's & the Titan's.
|Even the very young & care-free|
couldn't escape the argument,
over the state of things in The City.
|Away from it all I wandered alone [it would seem].|
"...thought of all the things I had done, couldn't undo.
And I longed for one moments peace." (6)
|Gleaming in the last hours of daylight -|
mute witnesses - the young ones basked in
the madness of their creators & those who
Still they would not leave me, still she haunted me.
And when I heard her voice I knew again what peace could be:
"...Do you feel me, do you read me?
Tell-me-am-I-getting-through to you...I wanna know?..." (7)
|It was their city now; the young ones|
had risen, like crystal palaces
on the asphalt-shores of eternity.
|As the sun dies, the shadows come alive.|
The streets at dusk?
another world, a different place.
|Dawn. Its bright-light|
now stung my eyes,
as it spewed across a city
that didn't want it anymore.
|And so did I see it cut-cross my path.|
Now wondering what news did
brother carry with him?
|Sometimes...we exist right alongside ourselves. |
Not one city, but 2.
| And still she lingered, always near. "...you don't have |
to speak...I can hear you. I can feel all the things
you've ever felt..before..." (8)
|On dark, day-lit streets I made my way.|
I knew not how this would end, nor where
it would take me [yet still I walked on].