The world is bigger than America. The privilege that is associated with the thinking that what befalls America dictates the energy of the world. We want so much to be large when in reality we are small. To deal with the smallness and not make choices from the longing that comes with wanting to be big. Do we want desperately to matter in a human story that makes us feel tiny? I am not sure but I get that daily we move with certainty around the idea that the things we do matter. I am not sure they do. It seems that our existence is simply about passing time. The question is our we passing the time in a way that makes sense to us.
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
macro/micro
The macro vs the micro. The private vs the public. How the lines blur between our imagination and lived experience. The search for utopia seems integral to the dreaming spirit. The hope that at some point it will all feel ok. That there will seemingly be a point to a daily routine that seems structurally meaningless in hollow. This is not to say that they're not good things. No, there are always good things. It just that good things sometimes don't erase larger feelings of a existence devoid of meaning in a macro level sense. Will we come to our senses and challenge the way we construct our world?
Monday, November 16, 2020
False Narratives
So many narratives around division in the country. The division comes from those who want to protect whiteness and the way it has been entrenched into our systems. This is the dividing line is still the problem and it cannot exist as the line anymore
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Resist
Friday, May 15, 2020
fucked
Thursday, May 14, 2020
projections
grim
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
fuck the media
exposed
problems
freedom is a farce
Screaming
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
the ideology of dumb fucks
The party is trash
obliteration
Would things be better if a huge meteor just slammed into the planet and obliterated human civilization? Would things be better without the virus that is human being. A bunch of self-serving assholes telling themselves stories about their significance as they daily engage in the dance of fake meaning. The majority of the shit we spend our time doing is rather insignificant and there will be no record of its foolishness once you die? The majority of us pretend to care. Self-absorbed losers pretending to be decent. A meteor would be within it purpose to knock human fucks off the face of the planet.