So much of it is the basest sort of internet trolldom now amplified through the corridors of human power constructions and I sympathize with this position. I still leave room for the sort of praxis/compassion/action that is extricated from the simulacrums that have birthed this monstrosity, and even to be bemused/disgusted/angered by it all. Still, that aftertaste of bile when one reacts and spills words/energy about it all…”
We’re in a world where the trolls have become amphibious. Frogs that desire a new Pharaoh/despot. I can’t imagine a more inverse and perfidious phenomenon.
I remember back in 2011, when loads of friends were optimistic about the future, enthusiastically hitting the streets, thinking they could bring a lethal blow to the status quo.
But I was ambivalent at the time. Not going to pretend it was because of some sort of superior political/sociological insight. But I documented this intuition. I could feel a nameless evil lurk around the area after the protests and direct action sessions had set. In the lobbies of official buildings, as well as the rotten alleyways a few blocks further away. I think some of my dreams I’ve written on here foreshadowed this interloper.
One should tread carefully in the face of it, but not be pacifist either. Words are becoming increasingly weaker in order to bind this… thing. Our day-to-day interactions are one sensible and powerful ritual that can do shitloads to not get heisted by this thing; to transcend this divisiveness that’s starting to get an omnipresent voice. With such a protective field, we can, maybe, work from there to do more. We can keep our sanity that way. Or else this gig will know a Lovecraftian ending with no protagonists left.