monsoon season @deluge@ni.hil.ist

fuck off

burn the recipe book. cooking anarchy

nothing happens for a reason

the poverty of imagination required for your political horizon to be a faster commute to work

imagine zipping back and forth needlessly across great distances every day. your utopia sucks

i don't understand where all these people who orient their politics/futurism around mass transit and high speed rail need to go and why they need to get there so quickly

"you can't count me i'm innumerable" i exclaim as i, myriad, disappear into thin air

don't trust anybody with a clipboard

i've hid from the census people before and i'll do it again

wincing internally every time someone earnestly uses the term "rights"

let the disillusionment begin

a pile of labels, hiding a beautiful emptiness with other people's categories

every time i've thought highly of something i've regretted it

how quickly they turn into cop defenders

amusing to watch a social anarchist wander into a den of nihilists

"raising awareness" as the everyday devastation characterizing the late anthropocene continues along unobstructed but maybe somebody will feel bad about it

central ziggurat district

when the gutians took over and invaded they set all the domesticated animals free, didn't bother to write much down, and grain production fell. cool, nice

uruk had factory work and mass production of pottery and textiles that employed thousands, wages paid in food (stamped currency hadn't been invented yet). work, the state, civilization all appear at the same time i wonder why that is...

cutting apart some bags and sewing them together, sipping a sour concoction, and learning about the fall of ancient sumer