Refractories

We are provided with an abundance of enemies that go by innumerable names. Rather than individual chambers of social folly, they’re mere dynamics of the whole of the Human project. The further along the behemoth lurches, the more baffling and hazy daily life becomes and the more out of reach of authenticity we find ourselves. One would be deluded to even claim recognition of an authentic life anymore. Everything is under control and up for sale, no matter what the slogans say. The old red revolution is a matter for reenactment societies far too focused on what’s behind us all instead of the fresh pavement waiting to be trespassed. The fields of ideology and politics have offered not but trinkets and lies to smother the wail of release from the incessant grinding of bones and earth. The realms of periphery and center have become less distinct with increasing precarity. The animators of this monstrosity are more aware of this than credited, thus their thirst to re-declare who is and isn’t Human, citizen, or worthy to life, and what and where can and should be dispossessed of whatever is left to steal. The world at large is completely enclosed, and all of the ‘Other Worlds’, possible and impossible, are now nearly out of reach. It only makes sense to question whether there even is an outside to which we could escape. But, my friend, that is far from a proclamation of defeat. It Is a howl of rejection and refusal of the world we’re coerced into managing, that aims to shatter the hallucinations of hope and progress. It is a plea that we hold on to our most naked passions, feel our frustrations deeply, and despair. For it is within this palpable despair that we feed an insatiable longing for revolt; it is where our urge for the total destruction of the existent truly stirs.

– SM