I'm a radical. A ghost. A revolutionary. I walk into grocery stores like a soldier stepping onto a battlefield. I load my cart with a hundred items—towering stacks of ultra‑processed snacks and false promises. Then I vanish. I leave that cart behind like a live grenade, abandoned in the middle of Aisle 4. Fully loaded. Cold. Silent. No checkout. No...
Today I did it again. For the third time, I filled a shopping cart with more than a hundred different food items — and walked away from it. Not because I wanted to waste food, but because I refuse to stay silent while a broken system pushes millions toward hunger.
As the second act of the Nopehaul Revolution, I filled yet another shopping cart in a massive supermarket with more than a hundred different food items—and left it there. Yes, again. Because this madness has to stop.
