“Extra extra, read all about it!” he bellowed, waving his papers in the air. The flyers spoke of revolution, the fight for hearts and minds. Ignore the electricity of Van De Graaff and the endless white noise of your news channels. There is a difference between the lightning storm and the static of misinformation. When the real sparks start to fly… come the revolution, you will be first against the wall. You can create your own electricity, if you just tap dance loudly enough on the pavements outside of your institutions. If you are a rebel, rebel! Revolution, it never came to our town. Real revolution never arrived. And this is why I find myself so damned revolting. Revolution never came to our town. Revolution, it’s the feeling you will never have. When the curtain falls, the last thing they see are your feet. So whatever you do, just keep on dancing, light up the streets. And ignore the elephant in the room.