1:41 remaining on my unreliable 3 year old battery.  I hope things go well tomorrow, I am bringing a friend who I am completely responsible for, and who will be unable to deal apart from me.  I hope that things go well.  I do not know.  I am standing in solidarity with all those throughout the world who are exploited by the system we were all born into.  The rules we are afraid to break were made by those who own the game.  The Dalai Lama said “Know the rules, so that you know how to break them properly.”  I am standing with all oppressed. I am wearing a khafia, which is associated with Islam, which is associated with terrorism, which is the eminent other.  I imagine that I will be targeted.  All actions I take will be peaceful, however, I do not know how the police in Nashville relate to their city.

I cannot sleep.

Palestine is taken by a Zionist cult without feeling.  Those in power do not care for those who give it to them.  Those who give power to them must begin wrenching it back, learning from every time in history this drama has unfolded.  Our oppressor is overreached and is buckling under the heavy strain from the mass of data they collect and do not have the algorithms to sort.  Though I am watched, and are many others, we cannot all be watched as we move by a percieving and understanding eye.  Yes, there are technologies more insidious than the bomb, and there are friendlier cameras and microphones carried with us wherever we go, one watches my facial expressions as I pen this, who knows who or if someone is on the other side of the wifi resonance.  This is all free thought.  Penned or vomited, as it hits my mind.  I am preparing for the day, and must watch the sun rise to silence my anticipation.  I am not going to take my computer with me, and will only have my phone.  I hope to record as much of my experience as possible, but I am unreliable about these things.

I hope all is well with you reader, you and I must have a toast to this spring if I see you when I see you.

In solidarity.