Longing. I want a victory like this to happen again. At the same time, I think about the huge sacrifices, that were necessary to get this far. The revolutionary in the picture stands alone. How many comrades were killed on the way to get there? Who is missing and can't share this moment? Feudalists murdered all those people to protect what? This empty, pointless luxury must feel painfully insulting to the memory of the fallen comrades. It can't bring them back. In this situation, I would feel like tearing it all down and burning it.

I always think of how a common person in those times would have serious trouble wrapping their head around such an extreme level of opulence. Like if you are a struggling peasant in this throne room, it's hard to even want it for yourself because you won't know at first what to do with such an excess. You want a better life for yourself obviously but don't know if this is what you want.

Hope. The knowledge that the working class, organized, class conscious and determined, has the power to break all chains and overthrow all tyrannies.

One of my favourites

It fills me with relief, hope and determination "We did it" is what it says to me

"Bit##, you live like this?" meme

But seriously, hope and assurance, proletariat did broken the shackles and won and will win again.

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It's also a stark contrast between the behavior and conduct of these brave comrades vs the J6 freak parade of HVAC and Jet Ski business owners. The soviets believed in something.

Hope. If a victory over the symbols of capitalist and imperial hegemony was won in days of old, then such a victory can be won again.

I feel like I want a print of this. Do you know the name or artist?

Hope, joy, awe. I see it as the first steps taken in building a true, advanced civilization. It also reminds me that it was done before, and it can be done again.

I can picture him entering the place. A hard-won battle took place outside, his ears are ringing from the sound of bullets being fired, blood rushing from his veins that -- alongside the cold weather and the sheer adrenaline -- make his face look as red as the curtains behind him.

Then he walks inside the palace. The silence is deafening. Maybe he can hear only muffled gunshot sounds from inside and the footsteps of his fellow comrades. Not a soul to seen but the stolen souls of the people that built this place. Not a chill of cold to be felt but the cold product of capital built on the blood of countless widows, orphans and young men. People that were murdered for millennia to let those high priests of capital sit in gold. There is nothing here. Only the uncanny still life of a brutal machine.

The man has won.

Awesome sauce 😎

Envy for the hope he must have felt.

The empty throne speaks volumes. The man looking up really says a lot too. He’s gazing in awe at the wealth and extravagance of the ruling class. I’m sure half of him is amazed while the other half feels nothing but disgust. I say this with irony obviously, but I think the Jan 6th protestors felt a similar feeling😂

Awe.

His smile is infectious and his posture tells me of satisfaction with a hard won success. Its a quiet and calm sort of celebration. He's tired with the effort but the success makes him feel peaceful and joyous. "Yes! we we won, I need a nap."

I'd feel even better if he was standing in the Oval Office.

He entered the palace, suddenly realized he survived the fighting, found god and despises his heinous acts in war?