A portfolio shared in search of resonance. More of an archive than necessarily "my best work".
Saturday, June 29, 2024
economic relativity in candyland
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
I don't want your social lobotomy
Monday, June 3, 2024
6.3.24
Sunday, June 2, 2024
6.2.24
Who knows how much longer I will be able to access this blog, or anything from Google.
How selfish to be worried that it will go away and not ignore my own life for the sake of what's going on in the world at large.
I pay attention. It's all I can do.
Why isn't Google moving out of Israel? Why did there need to be any kind of Zion if America was such a beacon for all?
Making the connection between cop cities: Israel, Atlanta, Portland...everywhere. Is the idea to make everyone a kind of cop? What is a cop supposed to do? Watch out for you? But without invading your privacy or stalking you or anything.
Cops are not supposed to kill you.
Fake cities. Training grounds. Corrodinated existence. How can you be real in a world that fake?
The way it has been with Israel, and Atlanta, and Portland...everywhere I'm sure...the flip of what 2020 what begging for to what has come to fruition so far. Where is the push back?
Where is everybody?
Where are the protesters of 2020?
Even if people aren't disappeared, displaced, imprisoned, or dead ... there's always the next time they shut the world down and keep everyone inside while they practice war games outside.
The idea that they only did that to downtowns and "blight" areas and the people who don't live there don't care enough about the people who do to call it a fucking genocide of its own. Classicide. Dissident-icide. Fuckyoupleasedontkillmeasshole-icide.
Social murder.
Oh, just you. Just to make you feel alienated and alone in the struggle of everything.
I haven't left my home in 4 years.
I'll have to explain myself to people who might not even care anyway for the rest of my life.
I'm tired.
I'm not "living out of spite", but shit isn't awesome either.
Everything is a hypocrisy.
How don't most people understand better by now?
Look, this entry is garbage but I need to feel like I'm being productive. Stay in practice. Everything is holding together at the moment but could just fall apart. My body. My home. The world at large. Any kind of future. I'm going to get a grip on day to day living and still be alone and traumatized and then world war three will get declared if you don't think it started already. Who know if it will ever feel like we are in the right timeline again. Who I should ever expect to see or talk to again. Who ever really gave a fuck about me. Who was ever real.
Gonna keep living until I can figure it out.
The music is louder than my thoughts and I'm probably just going to be sad. So...hope this turns into something worth it.