On Satuday, October 15th, I was in the occupied library when I heard a drum line pounding out a primal rhythm. I went to the corner of SW 4th and Salmon to see an epic mass of people marching down the street. Drum line, chanting, singing, sign-holding. I even saw the Supreme Court marching with their corporate sponsors worn NASCAR-style across their chests. The march continued across the whole of my vision. It went on for at least six, seven blocks of people walking shoulder to shoulder, heel to toe.