From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. Cats for peace.

 Walking down the alley I saw that the motor home was gone. It was parked on the opposite side. There's a sticker saying There's nothing inside worth your life, and a wheelchair on the back landing.

 

Hermetically sealed, it was a tiny enclave of regularity in the city's chaos, alien to the vagaries of the weather, of national politics, of any civil disorder. 

Thomas Pynchon

~Entropy

On Bourgeois Coldness ~ Henrike Kohpeiss in conversation with Fred Moten.

Fred asks, How do we create open shelter, shelter that breathes, shelter that moves?

They talk about Odysseus, and The Swimmer, by John Cheever. I want to read that now again in light of this conversation. 

Bourgeois coldness refers to an affective strategy that offers an explanation for how self-preservation works. Bourgeois coldness is one of the most advanced affective and aesthetic forms of preserving the structure of the colonial status quo. It creates an affective shelter in the world, unencroached upon by the immediate consequences of its many catastrophes. It functions like air conditioning - a complex technology which reliably stabilises the climate until those inside consider it natural. Bourgeois spaces - institutional and affective - stay cool and pleasant. But outside it's burning.' 

- Henrike Kohpeiss

 There is no time, was the last line.

i think this challenger motorhome is living at the end of the alley. i'm going to observe and see if i can talk to the person inside. because i'm mr. mrs. kravitz and i'm just so darn curious gnome sane.