bopping along to this most apt talking heads song, playing around with these absolutely incredible flowers from the sweetest farmer friend
@bad_dog_farms , pursuing my daily efforts not to spiral as i think about *everything*
lately iāve been chewing on rage, grief, pain, anguish, despair, doubt, and despondency⦠and wondering if, how, and where things like hope and transformation live when shit is so dark.
how every moment of happiness and joy is lined with the undertones of dissonance - complicated feelings of guilt, gratitude, desire, disappointment, fear, freedom, and attachment.
looking to much smarter people than myself (like Audre Lorde, Rebecca Solnit, Miriame Kaba - a few particularly brilliant on these subjects) trying to digest their insights on how to proceed. trying to understand that despair is not actually the antithesis of hope, that both can and do coexist. on hope as an act of defiance, as a practice and a discipline. the uses of anger, the importance of pleasure.
so here we go, chugging along, creating, crying, disassociating, fighting, giving, taking, finding and sharing little bits of good stuff whenever we can. but also not ignoring all the rest of it, the destruction, the suffering, the heartbreak that is so real. still trying to figure out where all of it leads us
that was an embarrassingly long, rambling caption. my apologies.
as always,
free palestine
fuck ice
be gay, do crime