tempus edax rerum

I super do not want to

#of course the Gen Z Tully is talking about Fortnite

Why is he letting her bag touch the ground?

it’s a really strange sensation when i read or watch something and it is like the issue here is i am sensing some deep chord of what i would name a misogynistic contempt, but in a way where i know the evidence will simply never be “convincing” enough for people who don’t feel it. and people do not have to feel it, to agree with the feeling. but the response to this is usually so scornful - you are hysterical if you are picking up on this. you’re crazy. show me the exact frame that proves it. but i do feel also with something as subterranean and vast and old and structuring and constant and inescapable and strange as misogyny and the other foundational oppressions of liiiiike our whole society there is a felt excess that sometimes exceeds what can be defined with language where all the classic means of evidence simply sort of fail in the face of what ultimately is an unpleasant feeling. exactly because i think unpleasant feeling itself, like the work a feeling of, say, contempt, can do in the world, is the means through which so much of the wordless processes of misogyny and other bigotries are advanced. so.

I love lazing around and being slothful. I am idle at all opportunities, and when I can I stagnate. I love to command nothing of myself and let the swerve take me where it pleases. The active passes through me and the passive acts through me. I love to settle, drape, hang, and rest; gravity isnt force for me but a call to come home. The most beautiful line of poetry ever written is Walt Whitman's "I lean and loafe at my ease"