Feb. 20, 2010

Work is crazy busy and people are vicious for coffee and pissers. We lock up, kick 'em out and them watch as they all wander up to the glass, bumping off of it as they grasp at the locked glass doors. They stare, they amble off, zombies in Canadiana uniform. She cracks a Bavaria tall can, we share, we leave.
"I just don't understand this patriotic nationalism thing," I say as we walk past people wearing Canadian flag capes and Olympic mitts ('wear your heart on your hands', whatever the fuck that means).
"Nationalism just leads to fascism," she says. "There shouldn't be any borders, we're all from the same Earth." The simplicity of it all eliminates any debate that could possibly stem.