WARNING: ‼️ Groups of masked white Christian men in Belfast are painting tunnels on brick walls so when migrants are trying to flee, they smash into them.
Dazed and confused with little birds floating around their heads, an anvil is then dropped on their head, whistling on the way down as the migrants look up and gulp dramatically.
Please stop. We are better than this.
I feel like on the other side of the moloch/ autonomous capital demon there is an emergent divine beauty that wants to fill the universe with Mozart. Like in the back of my head i sort of imagine the cold god jousts with the dancing god - the biological substrate - and a perfect symmetry emerges
I’m not lying when I say this is exactly the type mix of people I encountered working in non-profits and cooperatives. Maybe my doppelgänger is nestled in there somewhere, or maybe I’m not privileged enough.