This is not an Occupy eulogy
By Krystalline Kraus
This is not a one year Occupy anniversary piece. This is not a reflective obituary of a short-lived movement as if I were writing about a young life tragically cut short. This is not a eulogy.
Nor is this some cliché French statement: “Occupy is dead! Long live Occupy!”
I know it’s a struggle for some people to give up the idea that Occupy would always be around at St. James Park, the Vancouver Art Gallery or Zucotti Park.
I know some people believed that when Occupy began, that spirit would stay trapped in time, trapped in that park or in that city, forever; as if we humans could control a movement by sheer will and our fear of nostalgic guilt.