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This is the first time I’ve ever truly been in a “nothing-will-ever-change-we-a
re-all-fucked” feeling. I spent two days in Chicago, where I took part in a march that went on for over 8 hours downtown Friday, and the “legal” march on the NATO convention on Sunday. Both marches had a great energy and defiant attitude to them, but both ended in the same way: being surround on all four sides by pigs in riot gear, followed by disbursement with brutality. I was able to escape both situations before it got really bad (Friday with a friend from Chicago, Saturday with Kalamazoo friends), but I did have the unfortunate experience of seeing cops bashing protestors in the skull with wooden batons, and seeing five cops beat a guy down for trying to get through their line. And to top it off, after we escaped the “legal” protest, a cop flipped us off and gyrated his hips towards us after we yelled at him for covering his face with a handkerchief mask and not wearing his badge, and five cops wearing riot gear rode by us on their bikes, with one of them saying “look at the ANARCHISTS”.
Both protests were the most frightening things I’ve ever experienced, and Chicago these past two days was the most militarized environment I’ve ever been in (even more than the School of America’s protest). I’m back home now, after deciding I couldn’t take another day of it (not just because I was scared shit less , but also because I’m psychically exhausted due to marching constantly in blazing 80 degree weather for two days.)
I wish everyone that’s fighting for what’s right in Chicago the best, and to please be as safe as possible. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you all today. I know this feeling will probably pass soon, but right now, I just don’t know what to think or feel anymore.
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Erik Olson. Falling, 2012. Oil on canvas, 20 x 16”.
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who else wakes up late and then experiences 7 hours of daylight- how is that any better than winter eh? i have 2 wake up earlier. i need a job. i got rejected by email from the 2nd internship i applied 2 just now. i need a job but i guess its not going to be an interesting internship. i need 2 spend more time outside so im happier.
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Abraham Fisher. Neuronal Branches, 2011. Oil on canvas done with palette knife, 100 x 80 x 3 cm.
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