In an empire leaving disabled and sick people for dead, why are so many queers following suit rather than rebelling against such structural neglect? Is the phrase We Keep Us Safe only a slogan with no meaning behind it?
We are so much more than this ugliness which reigns. That hurts because despite the ugly, and its armies, and cops, and nation-states, and economic systems, and institutional violence, there is so much beauty.
Romanticism is a crucial component of modern culture. It conveys something to us of the beyond, the divine. We are still enchanted by the natural world. We do love it. A lot of us do sense something in the beyond.
People are looking at the structure of this society and asking if it actually makes any sense right now, when we think about the interrelationship that we have with each other, interdependence, dignity, a sense of care for each other, and common good.
If we don’t start addressing the connection between capitalism—or capitalist realism, as the late Mark Fisher called it—and the psychopathology of depression, then we won’t get very far in treating the phenomenon.
All the analysis of the violence in the world seems to occur with the complete removal of human activity. It seems to exist purely as a form of speaking over people, a game of chess with no pieces, a world with nobody in it but foreign policy experts and talking heads.
There is the potential to create an international solidarity network based on basic principles that most people believe in. But you have to listen and not be dicks.
I love that folks are in the struggle on the front lines but dancing with each other, singing with each other, making mixtapes. When we make decisions, we put on R&B and dance together. We’re remembering that we’re not alive to suffer, to fight, to struggle. We’re alive to love each other and build community, to evolve.
Staying there was not safe at all, because of the potentiality of the warplane’s return. I spent a total of ten minutes there; I felt during these minutes a severe exhaustion, I felt the heaviness of my body, the difficulty of breathing, the inability to think of anything.
For all the money spent by the EU supposedly to provide services for refugees, it is the refugees themselves who are carrying the burden of the mental health disasters in the camps.
