I drove into the city, downtown, through the Brooklyn bridge, and walked up the Wall street full of bundled googles to Liberty Square. It was just as desolate as on that day when the wings fell
down, burnt, and they jumped. Police have surrounded it, there were just few of them left by the fence, facing Broadway. I crossed the empty street. No tourists, not a soul but cops. I was dressed
light in a wind. They couldn't see me. I walked that way. There were 3 in a middle. I walked up to one on a left, a white man with a frosting beard. "Occupy?" I said. He couldn't hear. I pointed
finger at him and the sound came - "Occuuppyy?" He said "yes", and pointed to his signs. "Message", I said taking it out, a folded leaf. It came out ripping the air, as a sound of a mute -
"mmmmmmeeeeeeesssaagggge" - my finger hitting the message folded in my hand. They were looking at it coming close; "mmmm mmmm mmm eee sssaaaaagge", I repeated. A black man stretched his hand and took
it; he was one with a song. I turned and walked away.
That was on 12-24-11 around 2pm