When is a public park not a park?  When it is destabilized by a roaring train, behind enemy lines, somewhere, elsewhere, here, now.   The occupied are going to occupy the occupation. 

In the Clouet Gardens ( a temporary public park) – a couple of nomadic tents, megaphones, dark money, deflated parachutes, a lawsuit, a steering wheel, a beacon of light and surveillance, and a chance to participate and resist.

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