We didn’t have an opinion, yet wanted a revolution. We cried ourselves empty of all pathos and laughed at the utopias we didn’t believe in.We got high on hard work and blind faith. We were both victim and perpetrator.We borrowed heroic bodies from the past to squeeze out their sweat, quench their blood-thirst and trace down meaning. We found ourselves intoxicated by euphoria and banal spasms on an empty battlefield. We were left without a cause to fight for.

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