revolution

We live in a city made of glass and concrete. We crawl like ants, not making a noise, obediently building and maintaining the city. No one has freedom to do as they choose, no one steps out of line.

We are watched constantly.

Everyday I go to work, walking across the flat glass bridge to get to my work place. You can see people through the glass bridge walking on the street below.

I have a restless feeling. I want things to change. This existence has lost its life, its lost its spirit, its lost the recklessness; the chaos of weeds and dirt.

We rebel.

One day as I'm walking over the bridge, I see a crack in the glass, under my feet. This crack will grow, I think to myself. And sure enough, day by day, as many feet marched across the glass bridge, the crack grew and grew.

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I'm following my brother James. He has been making a plan and he is the leader. I loose site of which way he went, and I guess that he headed over the glass bridge. I cannot see any sign of him near the bridge, but I know roughly which way he is heading, so I cross the bridge. As I'm walking over the glass bridge, I notice that a triangle of glass has fallen out of the bridge, and left a hole. As I walk closer to the hole I here a creaking sound, as if the bridge will give way, collapsing onto the street below. I don't know how safe this is, and think of other ways across. I could go back down the street a mile or so to cross further up, but it seems such a long way. Perhaps I could jump it. I tentatively edge close to the hole. No, its not safe. I dare not cross the bridge.

I suddenly get overwhelmed by a feeling of anger and frustration at this controlled existence.

It must stop.

This crack in the glass is where it begins. I get a safe distance and stamp and jump up and down with all my might. The crack grows, the bridge creaks, a few more pains of glass fall out, and, as a damn that can no longer be contained, the bridge collapses, shattering glass to the street below.

And now the penny has dropped. They know!

Sirens are going all around. Why did I do it? I wonder to myself. I know how bad this is. Everyone will suffer because of my actions.

Robotic police speed along all the streets, guns firing in all directions, people dying left right and center. They want to kill me, but mostly they want to keep there control. Any act of rebellion could fuel a thousand more. Therefore, death of innocents helps to fuel the fear that maintains the control.

But its not working. The tables are turning... Instead of creating obedience and compliance, everyone is starting to rebel. A war has begun. There is no turning back.

I must get out to save my life.

Amidst the dead bodies and destruction, I somehow find a safe passage to the edges of the city, and go and shelter in Oli's house.

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Inside Oli's house I meet a friend of Oli's who I have seen before. She is helping organise the rebels, and is a strong leader. I am so relieved to see her, that she is still alive, and it gives me great hope. Perhaps we won't all die if we get all our concentrated efforts together?

I play a game with my camera on my phone, taking silly photos, and showing that you can "watch what your watching". It helps lighten the heavy atmosphere of war.

We all agree to help one another.

I'm feeling stressed and need a place to rest and also to have a base from. I go back to my house, but now there are people living there, and my room has been taken. I go back Oli's and ask if there might be a spare room there. Oli and his friends try to offer me support but I can tell that they know there isn't really enough room. They just don't want to close their doors to me.

I stop searching, and just relax.

I'm planning to go out to a nightclub. I am getting changed into some clothes a little more suitable, when I see a girl dressed only in her knickers, and shoes ready to go out. I look around and now there are lots of young people all semi naked, some completely naked, all ready to go out to the night club.

Don't you know its a naked night club? Someone says to me.

That sounds like fun! And it solves my problem of not having anything to wear.

It looks quite strange and funny seeing lots of young people lined up at bus stop waiting for a bus wearing only the odd pair of knickers or boxer shorts.

What a life...