“The question “Why I am an Anarchist” I could very summarily answer with “because I cannot help it,” I cannot be dishonest with myself; the conditions of life press upon me; I must do something with my brain. I cannot be content to regard the world as a mere jumble of happenings for me to wander my way through, as I would through the mazes of a department store, with no other thought than getting through it and getting out.”
Voltairine de Cleyre (via voluntaryist)
Reblogging for both de Cleyre love and a deep empathy with this particular quote. I’ve often felt helpless in explaining my particular activities or obsessions or opinions to other people, because they seem so inevitable to me. Why wouldn’t I be romantic/take apart my cellphone/read FCC rules for fun/like boys and girls/start a hackerspace/be an anarchist? You ask me for justification in my divergence, but it’s your assumed norm that I need reasons for.
Reblogging for both de Cleyre love and a deep empathy with this particular quote. I’ve often felt helpless in explaining...