There can be nothing worthwhile in the cellars and clubs where we hang out, if they have not this in mind, if we have not a proud heart for the future, if we are but the heartless re-echoers of old echoes, like the unwanted children we are-
Yes, t-shirts, yes, baggy jeans, or skatewear, floppy fringes, shaved heads, pierced noses, chains, graffiti, mohawks, longhair, eyeshadows, makeups-
A pre-packaged false display of puppetry and falsehood, amounting to nothing, a plastic sideshow- Is this rebellion?
Rebellion is a big grave for the baby-boomers and their failed revolution, which contrived to leave us abruptly, expertly, coldly, with precisely zero... but out of Zero all things can come.