Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I was standing up on the wall, watching the sun go down between the buildings.

    A bearded circus-worker-looking guy hopped up next to me, holding a simple homemade steadicam made from cut up ski poles and wrapped up black electrical tape, with a tiny GoCam screwed to the end. It was lodged into his armpit, and he was sweeping it back and forth, filming the crowd.

    “Man,” he said, and I turned my head to look at him, “it’s quite a movement.”

    “Sure is,” I said.

    “I tell you what," he said, "you can say whatever you want about it, but one thing is for sure and that is that we are occupying the shit out of this plaza.”

    “I guess we are,” I said.

    “Now I just need a woman to occupy my life,” he said. “Occupy Isaac. That’s the next occupation we need to make happen.”
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.