Love is like a soda pop, exploding in the sun, and spilling all over your enemies, and all pop loud in all colors and all ways, the see them scream and shout.

Zombies are the new gen Z way to be, or not to be, is the profound question, of how is like to exist, or should I say is existence possible for many now, that they are with so many people, they do not know. Those whose faceless leader is bold, yet profoundly stupid, who charges guilty with a sword of irony and pushes his ghosts forwards, into a dangerous nowhere cloud of uncertainty and call it future, future, future.

🧍‍♂️ The Naked Dreadlocked Man: A Symbol? That lone figure in Sproul Plaza—naked, dreadlocked, pursued slowly by campus police—isn’t just a quirky anecdote. He’s a metaphor. A reminder that Berkeley’s soul isn’t dead, just buried under layers of compliance and caution. He’s not protesting. He’s existing. And in a world of curated identities and algorithmic outrage, that’s radical. He’s not leading a movement. He’s being a mood. A living relic of a time when being weird was a political act.