Our darkness

Through these city nightmares you’d walk with me
And we’d talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn’t tear us apart
We’d keep our heads above the blackened water
But there’s no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you’re gone now

Through a grimy window that I can’t keep clean
Through billowing smoke that’s swallowed the sun
You’re nowhere to be seen

Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defences between us

Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We’d blacken each other skies

When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind
It rains even harder now

Anne Clark

The photographs were taken in schools and places where anarchists and other groups self-organize events of political and artistic content.