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if we spoke in math rather than in tongues, we would be much better off.

it's early august. what kind of pervert northern hemisphere civilisation would send anybody to school in the middle of summer...

this summer's mood is doom. more than ever, I feel the people around me just going through the motions with no hope. economic depressions are usually not the most fertile revolutionary grounds. the 60s unrests were rooted in growth and the conservative movement profited from the 1970s economic crisis. I'm not that familiar with the context but it seems that the american revolution was linked to sigifinant economic growth. the incapacity of today's left to offer any kind of concrete proposition for reshaping the economic conditions of the masses matches that pattern. and no amount of cultural woke victories will add up to a significant shift to today's doomed path of history. in my social circles, people have moved from building some kind of utopian collective future to setting up family units and settling for some ersatz version of their parents lifes. teachers with less money and smaller houses. a downward mobile middle class, pretending everything's gonna be fine to their 0.8 kids called zephyr, their 3 hens and their jar of homemade sauerkraut. and that is not the milieu on which the ferment of revolutions grow. coronavirus acted as some kind of perceptol of our bullshit. highlighting all the stupid shit we are stuck into, our cowardice, our inability to act out anything other than pure individualism (masking as collective care) . and if ever it goes away, we will deny our denial ever existed.

let doom reign over us. let it melt all our solid bullshit into air.