“Yeah. It’s fucked up, but I used to dream of a day like this. Pitchforks and guillotines. The people’s uprising. ‘Eat the rich’ and all that. This scenario should give us carte blanche for that.” “But now?” “I don’t know anymore. It was only a fantasy. It’s like you get sick from the anger and the helplessness of living in this fucked-up system, and you feel like destruction might be the only way to shut it all down.”
That part.
