The problem with quitting occupy is occupy isn’t a thing. It isn’t a club, it isn’t a group, it isn’t a movement, its not a political party. It is an all encompassing broad network of relationships and connections. To quit occupy is to end ties with well practically everyone you know. Even if you were to leave, occupy was a moment. It was an experience. A memory, you can run away from it; but it will always be there.
Occupy can be neither successful nor a failure. Occupy was smart for not having goals, because setting goals adds a hierarchy to what is successful, but occupy never really set anything up to begin with. Occupy is like that Democracy analogy you’ve heard where two wolves and a sheep are voting on what’s for dinner, only this time the opposite of what you think would happen, happens. The two wolves just leave and go their separate ways. Occupy is like being on a roller coaster and your going up the slope right before you plunge, yet you never plunge you just keep going up this never ending slope. Please do not confuse that with being on top, there is nothing good about going up an endless slope. Occupy is what happens when you put a bunch of crust punks, liberals, radicals, libertarians, folks fighting for social justice and everyone in between; into a small park and an atomic bomb goes off. Only after the explosion and the smoke clears, everyone’s a survivor of this moment that was filled with angst, challenge, shared pain, and anger. Occupy is only having one dollar and going into a dollar store to find there is nothing that costs more than 24 cents, yet there is nothing worth owning. Occupy is dead, but it never had a soul to begin with.