Whilst living at Shrapnel Lane
“My friends!” I say when I am inside. Some of them look up, some continue to blankly gaze at the TV. I point to a psychiatric nurse.
“They, the sane, believe that they have the answers! My people – we have the answers. We, the insane, are the sane! They, the sane, are the insane. Revolt, my friends! Arise from your slumbers! We will attack, we will take this prison, this time capsule, this edifice. We will rise – a rocket from the earth – we will rise, rise to the heavens, to passion and to glory! Revolt, my friends!”