liver (![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} liver) rakstīja,@ 2025-04-25 20:57:00 |
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starp citu, mapatam bija pilnīga taisnība – viss ir politisks, katrs mans cibas ieraksts ir politisks
Roger, I had a very disturbing dream last night. In this dream I found myself in conversation with a strange man. Only I'm having trouble, you see, because he's old... and dying... and he smells bad, and I find him repulsive. But then he tells me that everything is political. That even the way he dies is a statement. That the stench of his body is history leaking out. That disease is the conflict between systems collapsing into each other. That even dying is a kind of protest. That talking is political. That breathing is political. That even to physically exist is political. And I believe him, and we speak for hours, like revolutionaries.
Roger, I had a very disturbing dream last night. In this dream I found myself in conversation with a strange man. Only I'm having trouble, you see, because he's old... and dying... and he smells bad, and I find him repulsive. But then he tells me that everything is political. That even the way he dies is a statement. That the stench of his body is history leaking out. That disease is the conflict between systems collapsing into each other. That even dying is a kind of protest. That talking is political. That breathing is political. That even to physically exist is political. And I believe him, and we speak for hours, like revolutionaries.
