Two nights ago I went to union to check out how occupy was going. And even though I’ve strayed away from the movement, I was almost brought to tears. About twenty to thirty people stood on the steps. I remember back in september, october. I remember seeing the hundreds and waking up in the morning to my friends. Our marches, the way the beat of the drums stayed in my chest hours after I left. I remember walking down the steps in zuccotti and seeing our “welcome home” mat and feeling in my heart that those words were true. I asked “what happened?” Eviction. I knew they had been, but I didn’t know the toll it took.
Regardless, the spirit was good, and I know during the day and when the weather gets warmer its more alive than I witnessed. I don’t know if it’ll ever be the same, and even if I don’t stand completely with them I feel honored to have witnessed it. Ill be back tonight around 9, I need some good vibes.