I'm a bit surprised to read your dialogue. I agree that "keyboard intellectuals" could benefit from diving into the crowd and free their affect and cry a bit into oblivion with the street poets. It's always an eye opener to change perspectives, and behind a keyboard, all the keys tend to end up being square. Not that I have anything against Deleuze who spent his life between walls, but I think the air of the places has a nice scent these days on our unique Spaceship Earth. One of the very fundamental aspects of the success of this movement so far, lies in the ability of the people to leave their old clothes and wear the mask of anonymity: it's urbanism realized, beyond the safety of individualism, beyond the point of isolation, into a new opportunity for anyone to re-adjust their own relationships without feeling the burden of previous choices, that were necessarily wrong. It's not a tabula rasa, but an important cleanup for a lot of people. If I had to blame someone in these days, I would blame the chair, for it keeps me from moving my ass and dancing with my fellow humans, leading to indifference and apathy; I would blame artificial light, for it hurts my vision and makes me forgetful of the sheer number of stars in the sky, each an unknown and beautiful possibility; I would blame linear time, that works perfectly for machine and process synchronization, but makes me dull and forgetful about the fundamental irregularity of my pulse, and the power of affection. The time to fight against is now past and obsolete: we need to build the ways and means of our consistency, following the integrity that has brought momentum, and understand that walking together with trust, we project the force that will eventually make violence fail en masse. Cheer up, == hk