The danger of binarism.

Behind me, this time, are the barely massed arrays of bodies and faces and minds who object. All of those who made the choice that they weren't. And in pockets and bags and jackets and hoods, there are surprises and stories and anger incarnate.

Where there is no outlet for inspiration, fury and utter futility reigns, and drives a fist, a wedge, a hammer between us. This is the cleavage that they have asked for, and no matter how and where it asked for, it is too much for those of weak constitution to stomach.