«You are waiting for the revolution? Let it be! My own began a long time ago! When you are ready (god, what an endless wait!) I won’t mind going with you for a while. But when you stop, I shall continue on my way toward the great and sublime conquest of the nothing!
Any society that you build will have its limits. And outside the limits of any society, unruly and heroic tramps will wander with their wild and virgin thought — those who cannot live without planning ever new and dreadful outbursts of rebellion! I shall be among them!»
Pretty words, but there must be more than just words.
I don’t want to run behind the masses. They say that this time it’s the big one, that the insurrection has arrived…mine arrived a long time ago and it’s an individual insurrection.
During the early hours of December 11th, I set fire to six cars belonging to the Paris City Council on Rue Corvisart (in the 13th arrondissement). It was not the City Council that was targeted, any more than it was Macron or any other power. All power must be destroyed.
So we do not forget the comrades who have left us. For Mikhail, Zak, Sebastian, Mauricio and all the others.
For those who are in prison. A thought in particular for Krème and the Scripta Manent defendants in Italy.
For a Black December!
A black hood on the head, a new world in the heart.