For those of you who still believe that those lands belong exclusively to white people*, and that the flow of incoming immigrants is an inconvenient truth,
Historically, these lands were annexed from a people whose stories in this day and age remain obscured by a veil of relentless apathy. The developments by which this material space was declared open to human beings of all creeds and colours, though still largely an unrealized ideal, were set into motion by a diversity of pioneers who came to the inevitable conclusion that our species, at this point in our evolution, is at a critical stage where ancient criteria of division are now destructive to our growth. Regardless of the cultural and ethnic differences between us that remain a tangible reality, many of us have consciously decided to substitute those ailing criteria with newer ones born of the ideology that humanism comes first and that we can, indeed we must, share our increasingly limited space and resources in a manner that allows us all to pursue fulfilled lives. This ideal, implemented universally, is our only reprieve from an otherwise certain doom, and I demand it invariably of all nation-states. The only condition I insist upon is meaningful contribution to this ideology by all of our societies’ inhabitants, both old and new. This being said, if you still think in terms of racial ownership of land, your intellectual inferiority deems you unworthy of my time.
*Those are not the unicorns some of you take them to be.
7:11 pm • 15 April 2014
I discovered I was a nocturnal creature before I turned ten.
6:34 am • 13 April 2014
If there is one thing life has taught me at the onset of my third decade of existence, it’s that there are no such things as second chances. Life just happens, and as much as we might want to believe that “It’s never too late!” or “You can always try again!”, the fact of the matter is this: the universe wasn’t made with you in mind. You may belong to it, but it doesn’t belong to you. From seeing one of my strongest friends take her own life to doling out condolences left and right, this truth couldn’t be any clearer to me. People like to delude, not only themselves, but those around them as well. They say “There was nothing you could have done about it” and “It’s not your fault, it was going to happen either way.” Apparently this is supposed to give me closure and help me realize that things aren’t in my hands, but I refuse to believe it; I could have done something. I vividly remember reminding myself, time and time again, to make time for my then-distant companion. By the time I had found the time, I realized I had none left. Could I have done something about her fate? I don’t know, but just because I was too late that doesn’t mean there was no chance I might have changed her decision, that I might have shown her another nobody cared, that it might have made all the difference. That possibility will always be there, it will haunt me until my own bell tolls. And I guess that’s the point. You don’t console yourself by fabricating some alternative reality where your irrevocable failures bear no weight on the outcome of the matrix. Instead, you just accept that closure is neither granted nor necessary in life. And that’s what it is to be an adult, you just carry that shit with you until your own curtain call.
5:28 pm • 4 April 2014
Don’t bring up race, you’ll threaten the bubble! Don’t bring up sex, you’ll threaten the bubble! Don’t bring up death, you’ll threaten the bubble! Don’t bring up don’t bring up, you’ll threaten the bubble! The bubble the bubble the bubble!
1:23 am • 30 March 2014
When a friend takes their own life you will never shake the feeling that you could have done something and didn’t, irrational as it may be.
8:10 pm • 16 March 2014 • 1 note
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget,
falls drop by drop upon the heart,
until, in our own despair,
against our will,
- Aeschylus (Robert F. Kennedy translation)
10:02 pm • 10 March 2014 • 1 note