Stifling. Stifling, my corporate masters are. I ask for oxygen, and they give me a box of pretend oxygen, wrapped in colored paper, with a ribbon. A happy ribbon. A million smiley faces. Stop being so dramatic, Tessa, they say. Be grateful for the fucking ribbon. I...read more
Once you have seen the face of the machine, you can no longer keep on with the meaningless conversations, you can’t even read the newspapers. All you want to do is kiss the earth and make love to somebody, in spirit. To breathe, in spirit. To hold on to the rope that leads you home, hold on to it with both hands, hold on to it like your life depends on it, and not let go. I suspect that those who are still excited about the newspapers, haven’t seen the face of the machine.read more
If world leaders were parents, we would have a very strange selection: On one end of the spectrum, a crazy, militarized parent with a whip who beats his child any time he does something forbidden, and on the other end, a neurotic, passive aggressive parent who feeds the child too much chocolate to earn popularity, and secretly slips meds into his soup so that the child remains a little disoriented at all times, and needs daddy.
The funny thing, if either child were to rebel (against the whip, or against the soup meds), things would get very dramatic and ugly, very quickly.
As a newcomer to this land, I know that stereotyping is an American sport. It is very much in your face if you grew up elsewhere. Being stereotyped by those who don’t understand your culture and never visited your home, is annoying as hell. But I think that when it comes to stereotyping American indigenous people in their own land, and using their spiritually significant symbols for costumes, it’s a whole different level of obnoxiousness.read more
Nobody gets to have joy or dignity by default, joy needs to be earned. And therein lies the problem.read more
Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.read more
The problem with today’s political discourse is that political narratives have become religions. Each individual storyline is no longer a storyline but a mini-dogma. The foundational postulates are tied to the deepest emotional core, to the very identity – but the...read more
There are lucky people who were raised in not-so-intellectual cultures. You can recognize them by the facial expression. Me, I went through the same grinder as most of my friends.read more
You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.read more