A revolution is not the overturning of a cart, a reshuffling in the cards of state. It is a process, a swelling, a new growth in the race. If it is real, not simply a trauma, it is another ring in the tree of history, layer upon layer of invisible tissue composing the evidence of a circle.
I live for those rare and delicious moments when the words on the page take off and I am the bystander, watching as the tale shows me what will happen next.