I hate purity, I hate goodness, I don't want any virtue anywhere, I want everyone to be thoroughly corrupt.
—George Orwell "1984"
What constitutes a riot?
Having nothing, yet having everything.
Electricity released bit by bit, flames suddenly ignited, wandering forces, flowing winds. These winds encounter thoughtful minds, illusory thoughts, painful souls, intense emotions, and clamorous suffering, and carry them all away.
Where to?
Aimlessly.
Through government, through law, through others' luxury and extravagance.
The greatest and the lowliest, outside of everything, idly spying and seeking an opportunity for a vent, vagabonds, the homeless, the rabble at crossroads, those who sleep in desolate places at night with the cold clouds of the sky as their roof, those who never labor and solely rely on begging to survive, the poor and helpless, those empty-handed scoundrels, the shirtless and muddy peasants, all attached to the riot.
