The World at the Fucked Moment

I am hoping here to speak about many things. Mostly I want to talk about agency; my own discomfort in feeling I know things that people have experienced in a way I could never understand, but also the disregard for people’s stories which we see reproduced in mainstream news, where human activity is condensed into catch phrases. These ideas are reinforced by the statements and … Continue reading The World at the Fucked Moment

Eight Years

As it is eight years since people began protesting in Syria, kids getting locked up for graffiti, a revolution being born – I wanted to write something. Disclaimer for the disjointedness… “We were alone, but we didn’t realise it yet.” Brothers of the Gun Since I started to read The Morning They Came For Us I have understood the feeling inside myself more accurately. Something like … Continue reading Eight Years