Revolution Room


“C’mon, man, I can’t tell if you’re dead or alive. You’ve got to open your eyes, brother, you’ve got to let things swing. Nothing stays the same forever, get on the world’s car and never get off, hitch a ride to the other side of the sun...”


Sid - „House of America‟ - by Ed Thomas


He sat simply. Spine straight, palms flat on thighs – and with a dead ahead stare you wondered what was in his mind. And this room, like so many others, contained faces of the famous. From Che to Cobain; their paper eyes peered at the next big thinker, perched on the edge of his bed. And those moments of clarity had been collected in the head bank – like the time he took on the world at 4am, his skull split with the kick of booze and adrenaline.


Then the landslide of morning arrived, and it was too far to climb last night‟s heights. But somewhere in the jumble of an anxious mind he remembered a time when he stood strong on the edge of believing. Never needing drink to reach the rush of living life in defiance. Until the time came when revolution was struck dumb. Numbed and disillusioned he stared darts into his reflection; waiting to confront a soul that had long departed. They tried to find him. Told stories of the young man with purpose and fire in his eyes. Too far from the blank mask before them. A face with no trace of happiness or hate. Just the stillness of a body devoured by mind.


CERI THOMAS 7


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