thoughts and feelings about organising and protest in the uk :) IMG_4769 ...
When I moved into my newest home, there was an ant infestation. Small creepy little black dots darting from tile to tile in their single file lines, scavenging our scraps and amassing over our discarded peels. My partner sprayed them to extinction in the first few days. Occasionally an ant will still find itself on our doorstep, pacing some invisible pattern weaved from biological logic it cannot…
i think about foxes a lot. i’d cycle back from work in the small hours of the morning, when the clubbers were all sleeping off their bad decisions, often damp from rain and navigating the dim streets with my phone torch. most nights, the only sign of life i’d see was the fox. they’re grubby, scrappy little things. i’d catch them slinking between cars or rooting through bins alone or in pairs.…
the other day i spoke to a friend who was entering the foray of activism for the first time. they suffer from chronic pain and are disabled so are unable to attend the vast majority of protests or actions without suffering. they are poor, unable to send money to people in palestine or different organisations. they must work to afford housing and food - and very often still aren’t able to do so.…
For Amu, who encourages me to write so much that I can’t bear not to. THE FANATIC it’s strange to call someone a fanatic in these circles - we are all, to some degree, fanatics. you must be in order to give up so much of your time to endeavours that are frequently fruitless. you must be so sure of yourself, so absolutely convinced that you are right when everyone else is wrong, that you are…
TW: This post contains mentions of child sexual abuse, parental abuse, self-harm, suicidal ideation, and involuntary medical hold. This is a memory that I’d like to share. When I was sixteen, in the January before the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic, I was kept in hospital for three days against my will. My grandmother had found a suicide note in my room and then called my father, who called the…