No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon—now with climate crisis, rising fascism, increasing disability, eventual poverty, and inevitable death.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Sameer makes an interesting posit while observing the psychic flattening of our physical cities: “Our homes have become our cities and towns, our places to live and work and play and explore.” I imagine this varies depending upon just how shut down your neighborhood, town, or city happens to be, and it’s tough for me to latch onto the idea, because except for being unable to eat out or go to the zoo my days superficially are much the same as they were before all of this necessary nonsense. (I say “superficially” only because I nonetheless clearly am experiencing no little share of mental and emotional confoundment.) So I wonder if people with more widely-varying and/of outgoing lives than my own prior to the pandemic take Sameer’s point?