love this whole piece, the line "A revolution tomorrow doesn’t guarantee a meal the day after" in particular really resonated with me, that idea of building of systems of care, collaboration, and survival so that we have capacity to handle these tasks as things fall apart. thank you for this offering
Wise words: “I’ve learned over the years of co-creating a largely functional non-hierarchical shared anarcho-utopian-solarpunk that things fall apart when nobody cleans shit up.”
Another beauty. Thanks, Benjamin. In places in Africa, they mix dung with clay to give it strength. That duck shit would have been something like a binder for your curing mud floor, but I get not wanting to rub it in. I have much more confidence in the sure and quiet work you do than in any sort of revolution humans might cook up. You provide a bastion of sanity in an increasingly mad world.
love this whole piece, the line "A revolution tomorrow doesn’t guarantee a meal the day after" in particular really resonated with me, that idea of building of systems of care, collaboration, and survival so that we have capacity to handle these tasks as things fall apart. thank you for this offering
Thank you, Alice. So glad it resonates with you.
Wise words: “I’ve learned over the years of co-creating a largely functional non-hierarchical shared anarcho-utopian-solarpunk that things fall apart when nobody cleans shit up.”
Great piece, thanks.
Another beauty. Thanks, Benjamin. In places in Africa, they mix dung with clay to give it strength. That duck shit would have been something like a binder for your curing mud floor, but I get not wanting to rub it in. I have much more confidence in the sure and quiet work you do than in any sort of revolution humans might cook up. You provide a bastion of sanity in an increasingly mad world.
you write so beautifully..so many layers and wit.