How can ordinary individuals with very little power pressure morally responsible, powerful agents to address structural injustice?

The Philosopher

 we saw clara sola last night. i said i know that actor playing clara. then i said i know that actor from this film. dog, memory. but it was good to see it again for the first time. deep things need to be repeated. there's no time for every new thing anyway. the ending by the river with the horse yuca was a beautiful liberation. a sentence that stays is "your human animal is sick."

fug, i got to go to the dentist again.
i just want to lay down in the warm wetland with lulu. 

 it doesn't matter that genocide joe's a war criminal, he's the only war criminal standing between the forsaken country and the final trump! 

 i have to keep reading but it's hard to concentrate. i see why amina says you have to read to write, but i have the same trouble with writing. i just want to get on a raft and float downstream in the lazy river of memory in the smoky mountains of tennessee.

 Beloved friend, this ill world was no clime for your gentle spirit; you delivered up its governance to false humanity, which stript it of its leaves ere winter-time, and laid bare its quivering life to the evil ministration of roughest winds.

Mary Shelley

The Last Man

the silence

after

the bird

hits

the window

 i think a bird just hit the window. 

 

 

 mouna's an anxious dog. i don't know why mou's anxious. i know why i am.

last night i dreamed about the human fix, of capitalism as genocide.
how can we escape capitalism. 

 

 blue seems to get angry and yet today his human let him loose and he was ok with lulu. blue went through some stuff before he got here. blue's alright though. he ended up in a good family. 

 so genocide joe aims to stop the icc from arresting netinyahoo for genocide, because they're good buds, and they'll do anything for each other, and for the sake of democracy. 

buffy's trick. she jumps on a park bench. that's it. that's not a trick.

 

it burns.

 

 when they drain the wetland where is the water supposed to go?

we all have stories we need to tell. once we get started we can't stop.

 

 i remember the moss under the downspout in the secret forbidden garden. it's harder to start than to just keep going but we get stopped. we get lost in place. 

 i hope friedl is coming home soon. i lose track of time. i have to remind myself, but i can't if i don't remember. my mind wants to go to the forest and lay down on a bed of moss. my mind wants to sleep, and wake up when the empire of genocide ends.

 "This," I thought, "is power! Not to be strong of limb, hard of heart, ferocious, and daring; but kind, compassionate, and soft."

Mary Shelley

The Last Man

 don't become hard. be soft. stay soft.

 The Gaza genocide is going to give rise to a real antiwar movement in the west if the empire managers can’t find a way to stomp it out. Which is why they’re trying so hard to do exactly that — but their attempts thus far have been pathetic failures, and have only made things worse for them.

Caitlin Johnstone

 students are taking over universities around the world.

ninety-five billion more for the genocide industry. one world.

 

 my kufiya is unraveling. i wanted to order one from the last open factory but they're sold out, so i'll keep on with my unraveling one.

there are seventy-five encampments for palestine this morning. i can dig it. it's growing.

 

resistance, resilience, love. study peace. bless the student protest.

 

 obama the robber baron's styrofoam and concrete land grab. it sounds funny to talk about a land grab that was already a land grab long ago, but it's still a land grab, the only thing that changes is the demographics.

 i started to read mary shelley's the last man today. in the preface alan weisman's the world without us is mentioned. i loved that book. i loved frankenstein too, but i never got to her other books. mary shelley wrote the last man in 1826, and it's about now, the 21st century. she's a clairvoyant. she saw what was happening. 

 this was long before the present genocide, when it was just the ongoing nakba and there were still universities and people were hungry but not starving, and u.s. bombs were not dropping daily on their homes. it was a disaster but not like today.

 sometimes i think people are too complex to comprehend. other times i think they're almost incredibly simple. i suppose there is a spectrum, and some people might be both simple and complex. right now i think a lot of people are incapable of critical thinking. they've been so conditioned by nationalist, racist, capitalist propaganda they can't suss out the reality of their situation. you like my eyes? really? i think they kinda freak some folks out.

 initially we thought the swallowtail was trapped in the swirling wind and couldn't escape the courtyard, but later i thought it was a former resident perhaps, returning to their old home.

 the swallowtail is resting now.

 this butterfly has been flying wildly around the courtyard for hours. they seem to be caught in a windy vortex. we fear they will become exhausted and fall from the sky.