Sad as fuck how many (academic) artists writers critics people have no direct experience with struggle. The experience of having a stake in the game. Or knowing you have a stake in the game. Just reading the mainstreamish reception of writers like Platonov Pynchon Berger etc the way they get pigeonholed as "critic of Stalin" or "60s counterculture guy" or whatever. Because most of the people who are in any position to get their opinions on fiction published have never had a reason to confront and develop a language for the possibility and indeed the necessity of another form of life and the pain in the consistent failure of that possibility to manifest. They cannot concieve of that as a need of the soul but only as a Political Opinion.

I'll be real whenever y'all post pictures of where you're at I try to track it down and I'm usually really good at it.

So sad to think of how incurious and dismissive I used to be. but then I see all the opportunities I took to break out of that and it's like. gods plan.

Massive thunderbolt of plur energy hit me today