Revolt has many faces. Can you recognize it? The Mask of Revolt is somewhere out there, grinning in the shadows, calling your name. Go out into your city or somehow step “outside” (whether into the streets, zones of exteriority, atopses, worthless places, urban atmospheres). Find the mask and acknowledge its presence in whatever form it may choose to appear to you. Play with it, photograph it, film it, describe it, or otherwise communicate what you discover.

Entire continents rearrange at the whisper of the word Revolt. Policemen melt like wax. It is a word with deep weight, it is a dark, grey metal… The call of Revolt must invoke a deeply transformative process from which there can be no going back. Teach us its ritual, its sacrice, the myth of its invocation. This could be an alchemical formula, an occult spell, a scientic methodology, an intersubjective ceremony, or some other form of mythopoetic summoning.

Revolt is the striptease of the starving. To the miserabilists who claim ownership over the world, it defiantly cries ‘I am not thine, but Free, and forever hate thee!’ Show us the manifestation of the Great No. This could be the record of an event, a propagandistic tract, a dialectical encounter, a revenge fantasy, a memory, an act of vandalism, a dream, a tribute to a historic revolt, a monster, or whatever else you take to incarnate “The Everlasting No”.