This brought to mind the tale of "Bartleby the Scrivener," which embodies the essence of polite passive resistance. Imagine a world where we all embrace the phrase "I would prefer not to" as our guiding mantra, using it as a gentle shield against the relentless demands of daily life. In doing so, we assert our boundaries with grace, allowing a quiet strength to flourish in our interactions.
I usually actively and voraciously read your work, but I can’t with this one. We just passed 8 years in the 20th I think? His death fucked me up. Still does.
The song “Iridescent” was a song that kept me on this Earth. LP was the first concert I went to with my mom where I could drink. I’ll read it in a week 💜
Here in America the white working class just elected a real estate con man billionaire because surely they count and matter more than some random black or mexican, right? Right?
I'm done with humanity. No hope left. It's very freeing, because it frees us from responsibility. This was always the problem with the left: the endless trying to improve everyone. This was never going to scale up to billions of people in a global economy. There are levels and differences between people, and most people don't even want to think about any of it. They prefer their gaming and sports and porn and celebrity news and youtube and instagram and all of that, thank you very much. You can take your wages and housing and healthcare and shove it up your commie ass.
The most you can do now is just find fellow souls and learn to love the quietness of nature, and the night, away from it all.
Love your style so much, deep and funny. Wish I could make a living from this; feels like the only worthwhile way to spend a life - unpack meaning with lighthearted deep consideration.
A lot of truth packed into your work
thank you for praising my semi-coherent thoughts ❤️
This brought to mind the tale of "Bartleby the Scrivener," which embodies the essence of polite passive resistance. Imagine a world where we all embrace the phrase "I would prefer not to" as our guiding mantra, using it as a gentle shield against the relentless demands of daily life. In doing so, we assert our boundaries with grace, allowing a quiet strength to flourish in our interactions.
the forces of profit own us now.
there is no escaping who you are. profit knows.
who you are is not enough.
the pieces of you. managed, discouraged, removed.
until the pieces are more than what remains.
chosen ones. ones with power, with holdings, with control
profit controls even they
their actions reflexive, direct.
Even here on top
profit directs and consumes
constructed realities
Distorting the landscape
Of our minds’ our worries, our violence.
Profit bends all life to it’s will.
profit is a madman. reckless and drunk.
indiscriminate lust, immediate satisfaction
profit is a junky. the fix is everything. It is the only thing.
for every human. every action, every thought.
where, what, when, why, how.
what could profit do with that?
every tree, river, mammal, mountain, spring.
what could profit do with that?
the future of us, of all that would ever be
what could profit do with that?
I usually actively and voraciously read your work, but I can’t with this one. We just passed 8 years in the 20th I think? His death fucked me up. Still does.
The song “Iridescent” was a song that kept me on this Earth. LP was the first concert I went to with my mom where I could drink. I’ll read it in a week 💜
The ghost of Mark Fisher read this and nodded in agreement.
This is superb writing
Here in America the white working class just elected a real estate con man billionaire because surely they count and matter more than some random black or mexican, right? Right?
I'm done with humanity. No hope left. It's very freeing, because it frees us from responsibility. This was always the problem with the left: the endless trying to improve everyone. This was never going to scale up to billions of people in a global economy. There are levels and differences between people, and most people don't even want to think about any of it. They prefer their gaming and sports and porn and celebrity news and youtube and instagram and all of that, thank you very much. You can take your wages and housing and healthcare and shove it up your commie ass.
The most you can do now is just find fellow souls and learn to love the quietness of nature, and the night, away from it all.
Love your style so much, deep and funny. Wish I could make a living from this; feels like the only worthwhile way to spend a life - unpack meaning with lighthearted deep consideration.
I loved this piece, especially the idea that the pause itself can be a form of resistance
That quiet, stolen moment before the machine kicks in again really stayed with me.
I’ve actually written something related to a silent solution.
It's through an app that helps online communities earn money and build collective power.
I left a link in your inbox, you can check it out whenever you have time and we can have a chat afterwards.
Subscribed. I don't even know what to write.
Thank you for your work!! Ahhh yes. Silence. This is the reward. It is what we have left.