Exile has been far more depressing to me than I anticipated. When it happened, I had a general sort of RATM energy that we, in defeat, were nevertheless victorious. But then weeks past and I realised I was homeless, devoid of contact with my kin. And it occurred to me how sinister the whole experience was - this is how the machine kills its threats; this is how they keep us down without firing a bullet - I had gone a month without talking or thinking about politics. And now we're here again. It's good to be home.