Every melody, every note, every song escaping your lips — a battle cry.
Every brush stroke, an axe swing.
Every routine on the dancefloor, a stance poised to attack.
Every sound of a shutter, a sound of your chainlink armor rattling together. A closed eye looking through a viewfinder, a closed eye locking an arrow’s target in.
Because every idea that sparks in your head is an idea born of the remnants of a revolution.
Every idea, at its core, is born of one wanting to change the world.