I want to imagine he’s secretly reading Kropotkin, Bookchin, Malatesta and Goldman in his bedroom and telling his father it’s porn.
It’s the one hope I have left, please don’t take it from me.
I want to imagine he’s secretly reading Kropotkin, Bookchin, Malatesta and Goldman in his bedroom and telling his father it’s porn.
It’s the one hope I have left, please don’t take it from me.