I love the fact that I'm still young, which allows me to enjoy the luxury of still having ideals, even though I'm more than aware that those ideals, although sometimes powerful enough to give birth to a change, are worthless today, in this world…
"There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part; you can’t even passively take part, and you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop. And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all." – Mario Savio
Steel unload / final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now / clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload / fire blow
Filthy animals / beat them low
Skin and bone / black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
[Tek sam maloprije shvatio koliko je ironičan onaj citat gore, s obzirom da će mi život ovisiti o tome koliko dobro štimam mašine da rade svoj posao. Dobro, da ne budem dramatičan, ne baš život, ali plata…]
