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SL Lim

So you might think it’s hopeless, my darling; and let’s 
face it, it probably is. So you might think we’re  
helpless, and let’s face it, I’ve had the thought  
myself in this time when the oceans turn to acid, when 
‘abolish the police’ becomes ‘defund the police’ becomes  
‘well have you considered joining up with the cops  
to make them nicer?’ When hope and truth dissolve into  
expedience, each plea for truth becoming only  
a prelude to further betrayal. But remember:  
each failed uprising is a rehearsal for the next. Occupy  
failed, but the people who met people there are still 
with us. Hong Kong has now ‘failed’, but nonetheless we  
will carry it: laser pointers and tear gas and that glorious  
airborne kick where some fucking cop got completely  
bodied. And I’ve had my share of loss, but let me tell you this:  
failure isn’t failure, it is only rehearsal for  
the authenticity in human relations which I persist, 
with uphill faith, in thinking possible. You and I will be 
neither ashes nor dust, my love, we will be for each other.