#soilpunk

"Dust carries the memory of extinct machines. We archive the decay, to decode what replaced life" - Earthpunk Protocol

Hoping is sometimes difficult, especially when everything seems to be going badly, the world, and one's own private life. But that's precisely the difference between a frivolous hope without practical foundations and one based on action and planning a different future—solarpunk, or whatever it may be—in which we can all live a dignified and happy life.

True hope lies there, true inner strength (Iroh 💛), and the kind outlined by authors like Gloria Anzaldú or Ernest Bloch. The ability to heal one's own wounds caused by the ego-monistic system that discriminates against any subjectivity other than the canonical one, to be a balm for wounds in a practice of self-care that offers new horizons of meaning and intersectionality, empathy between discriminated subjects.