San Francisco

1/20/2012

It was around 8pm and the rain was really coming down. At least a thousand people were bunched up between California and Market street waving their signs and yelling curses at empty office buildings. I wandered through the chaos for a bit before finally plopping down next to a street light pointing into a crowd of protestors. Umbrellas twirled and signs that were no longer legible bounced up and down under the spotlight. I stared blankly into the odd show unfolding before me for one moment before my attention was drawn to this mans expression. He looked as if he was asking himself “Why am I here..?”

It’s a question probably being asked more and more these days with a movement that still has no clear leader, very few or zero mentions from political leaders and maybe worst of all…no appropriate cure for the sickness the collective has diagnosed.