I was just getting into deep hibernation mood as my landscape demands, getting slower, doing only the necessary. The modern world, however, demands of me that I continue work, file taxes, run errands and consume excitement.

I’d want to excuse myself from that bullshit on account of “Can’t do anything during the Rauhnächte, mother Hulda is gonna get me!” but in the current state of things that’s not really something a person can just say in most places. It would not be accepted to miss work on spiritual accounts during certain times to have enough time to do the much needed travelling inwards and connecting back to the depth.

Late stage capitalism calls this state ‘seasonal affective disorder’. Fuck you too, capitalism, guess what, it’s you who is disordered.

  • schmorp@slrpnk.netOPM
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    9 months ago

    Hehe I had forgotten about that silly post of mine from a while ago. Must check the quality of my shower, mould can induce the funniest ideas. Not like I’m even the pride event person myself. If anyone else organized such a thing I wouldn’t attend. Or who knows. Maybe I’d dress up as a sacred-looking boulder and scream ‘Obey the landscape’ while dancing to the ludicrous EDM/panflute soundtrack cooked up by some mushroom-headed DJ?

    Silly things aside I think you’re spot on. Attaching labels to stuff is a great way of killing them.