This sentence is false by us

This melody. https://emptydisco.bandcamp.com/album/ukulele-love-songs

/ Auton(omy)

Thought I would just post this... Not only in response to that recent election everyone is talking about,but in response to everything.

Kate Tempest - Europe Is Lost

Earlier today I sat by my computer I experienced something that made me think of this sensation I experience when I’m on the verge of sleep, half-dreaming, half-thinking, my body half gone. When I go to sleep, now and then, I feel like I’m shrinking, or the world is growing, and I’m very small in a very large room, that’s growing, Alice-In-Wonderland-syndrom-ish (totally a thing, look it up), and I’m like, spreading out. The thing is, when I sat by the computer, listening to timid background music and doing some writing, it felt like the computer, and the world around it, was shrinking, and not the other way around, and yet it was somehow connected to that half-dream state of almost sleep, probably by the same type of non-logic that tend to rule dreams.

And now, just now, when I was out in the deep grey night, where everything is drained of color and the world is converted to black, and grey, and other, lighter shades of grey, it was the opposite. I live by a university campus, close to the woods, and I rode my bike down hills and out on dirt roads, into the woods, where trees arched their branches over my head, and created black holes of darkness, which I rode into, everything colorless, while listening to amazing music that made color reduntant anyway. There, struggling to see, and with the sky still hinted with pale blue, despite the music, it felt like the world was growing, and me shrinking. The difference here was that it didn’t feel at all like the world was resorting, but rather coming really, really close, unlike the half-dream.

I’ve realised that I’m rarely alone with my thoughts. I always intrude, on my own thoughts. I sort of was composing this text while riding around in the woods. The feelings I had was catalyzed by the idea of writing them down. Often when I think, be it philosophy or politics or whatever, I’m always on some level concious of my own thinking, performing some kind of meta-thinking, or whatever. I don’t think this is a good thing. 

I don’t think I really like that.

This is right outside my apartment/room.

I thought about Nerthusiasts latest post, specifically the last line, “I’m thinking about love; and therefore I’m forced to think about politics.” There was a time when I was apolitical, and I just wandered around, not thinking much about the underlying reasons to why the world looks the way it does, to why our society function in this specific way, and why our culture have its current shape. During these days I could hear the phrase “everything is politics” and discard it as false, because everything can’t be politics, politics are the boring stuff polititians do, and maybe we vote on now and then, but that doesn’t seem to matter much.

I realise now this was an immensely privileged wordview. Some people can’t afford to be apolitical, because they are reminded of politics every single day, simply by being themselves. 

I’m not apolitical anymore.

Recently I’ve been reading a bit on the political theory of anarchism. I and   Nerthusiast spoke a bit about it a while back, but I would like to clear up some misconceptions. First of all: anarchism is not chaos. Most anarchists believe in a highly organized society. The radical difference is that in an anarchist society, there would be no hierarchy, no authority figures, no government, because everyone would be an active cell in the societal organism. Everything would be organized bottom to top, not top to bottom. 

Anarchist wish to abolish all forms of oppression, and maximize individual freedom. In an anarchist society, you would own the apartment you live in, together with your neighbours, and you would own the factory you work in, together with your co-workers. There would be no personal property, but regardless, concrary to popular belief, anarchists, or socialists or whatever, do not want your toothbrush. 

When I first read a bit on an anarchist forum, what I saw was beautiful. Anarchism seem to me like a fusion of feminism, LGBTQ+-struggles, anti-capitalism, anti-authority, solidarity with indigenous peoples, and socialism (true socialism and not social democracy).

I know the word anarchism, and maybe some of its ideas too, is scary for some, but more and more recently I’ve been increasingly convinced the mainstream political spectrum is too narrow to propose any true, necessary change, because the system is designed to not endanger it’s own existence, even if the popular opinion was opposed to it. Maybe I’m wrong.

I’m thinking about feminism. 

I’m thinking about the patriarchy.

I’m thinking about myself.

I’m thinking about future generations. 

I’m thinking about the planet.

I’m thinking about love; and therefore I’m forced to think about politics.

So let’s celebrate with some music. I’ve been good at posting links so why not keep it up? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucyJ5kY2joM

Oh, and I also change my name from Impressioniso to Auton(omy). I might explain it in a further post. Now I wait for Dadaisa to maybe change their name and make a proper post! Go!

Sincerely,