like holy shit the bourgeoisie are trying to kill us all actively en masse within our lifetimes and all movement against it feels like it has died come the 20s. Every time it gets brought up it feels like people are either revelling in it, are denying it, are too tired to care, say “someone’s going to fix it so there’s no point in worrying," or get angry asking “well what do you want me to do about it I can’t fix it” or something. It feels like we’re in a moment where we have just abandoned science all together in the decaying west, so the plan is almost like to keep attacking the biosphere out of spite for everyone around us.
It feels Lovecraftian, I can’t think about it because every time I do it paralyzes me in awe of the urgency and scope of what has to be done. Do I just stop thinking about it? I guess the answer is to keep organizing but I’m scared that we don’t have enough time at this rate to address it before it gets catastrophic and has irreversible effects
“Though the problems of the world are increasingly complex, the solutions remain embarrassingly simple.” -Bill Mollison
One of the biggest things that makes it hard to get started or maintain having a revolutionary practice is reconciling it with the things you want to do with your own life.
To live in a way that is personally gratifying yet also consistent (in proportion to the your fraction of all of humanity’s impact) with long-term ecological viability is what will get us somewhere. It necessarily means an orientation, strategy, and lifestyle that are prefigurative.