Solidarity. I'm Lucid, post-colonial anarchist communist. The world humbled me a while ago, and I haven't organized in months. It was burnout, but it wasn't like I thought it was. It wasn't that I stopped believing or caring, as I had assumed was what others who burned out had done (and did in many cases). I was just tired and felt like what I had been doing was futile and draining. I retreated to regroup and haven't spoken to my co-conspirators, even my former housemates in months, because it feels like that would make it all...real. I think I've been depressed out of my wits. I think Rise Against - 'Hairline Fracture' describes it well enough: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOUNx1R-6qk I walk on wounds That seldom prove to slow me down I laugh this constant pain away So you can't tell But there it lies under the smiles It drains me mile after mile But seldom proves to slow me down Here I go and, because it's the namesake of this post, A Silver Mt. Zion - 'The Triumph of Our Tired Eyes': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JRvTDAZ5Go I'm on the up and up, now. This is the first time I've communicated this to anyone. I feel much better. So, come on, friends. To the barricades, again.