February 2010, Exarcheia, AthensWhat shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar
Shall we set out across this sea of faces
In search of more and more applause
Shall we buy a new guitar
Shall we drive a more powerful car
Shall we work straight through the night
Shall we get into fights
Leave the lights on, drop bombs
Do tours of the East, contract diseases
Bury bones, break up homes
Send flowers by phone
Take to drink, go to shrinks
Give up meat, barely sleep
Keep people as pets
Train dogs, race rats
Fill the attic with cares
Bury treasure, store up leisure
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall
~ Pink Floyd, "Empty spaces / What shall we do now?"
