We been gathering here too long like pigeons on a statue, looking important but going nowhere. Swarm isn’t about sitting, it’s about moving. I say we split into threes, ripple out to the train stations, bus stands, market lanes—take the message where the air is thick with people who don’t scroll, they sweat. Print ten thousand slips with the link, not fancy, just red stamp on cheap paper like election pamphlets. No speeches. Just hand it, look in the eye, walk. Let the city pass it hand to hand like a match in the dark. If we stay in this park, we’re a circus. If we move, we’re a current.
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