winded

question. (s).

how do you cope with seeing such fascism on the streets you live in?

how do you deal with seeing flags raised by people who don’t really know what they stand for? (what do flags stand for? a set of repeatedly performed behaviours, a geography, a people..?)

how do you deal with extra coverage of fasicsts on the media, creating an image that it is perhaps a more widely spread/held political belief than reality? how do you stem a repeat of history, disguised in a new form?

how do you deal with having to be at work whilst counter protests are going on? when you want to stand in solidarity and express and scream but you need to pay bills?

how do you start a conversation with someone who is seemingly thinking so extremely opposite to you? (to them, it is you who is thinking opposite, until words are exchanged, words, not slogans and slants)

how do you get up each morning when the world feels so darn heavy with some tidal wave of ignorance pressing down on your lungs?

how do you help steer change?

how can we prevent this imminent sense of catastrophe?

how do you stop spintailing and ground yourself, when you’re dizzy with anger and rage and sadness and fear and disgust, mixed in with a fundamental core of love and desire for love and to give love and to be loved and be loving; when you know you need to keep your cool and stay rooted, but the earth around you is shifting, and folk around you rattle with ill-informed chatter, changing on the daily, with quick formed opinions, and picture meme beliefs, and there are folk protesting on the streets, because they too have a voice, but they haven’t quite worked out how to express what they are feeling, and their stance and approach lacks filter, lacks the pause between breaths, the pause before they begin to talk, as i am trying to do here, though I fear, my pause will be berated as silence, we are running on an time bomb treadmill, and i am

trying to figure a thread of sense,

of a country who has been very naughty

how do you bring it back

to the breath

the fact we all need our breath

the fact no breath

is more

or less?

how do you bring it back

to the breath

when the world around you

feels winded;