Max Ernst, La Main Verte (1923)
I’ve been lacking the words, or maybe it’s the strength, who the fuck knows. Impossible writing to say impossible things.
What is left to say? All I have are questions.
Do we want all that life has to offer us, or are we only interested in what capitalism can offer? Is the idea that the West can be radicalized delusional? Why am I looking at a staged photo of Hunter Schaffer getting “arrested” at a protest?
Just questions, no answers, or answers I can’t stomach.
I have rejected every man living in Montreal, or so the apps claim: they only show me men living in Vermont or New York now.
Nothing for you here, keep digging.
Like I haven’t had enough of that already. Like I’d ever leave my heart in a Brooklyn apartment for a moneyed idiot to jack off with again.
It seems greedy to want at all; in a world that lacks such heart, to aspire to capture someone else’s.
What I need is a co-investigator, someone who desires the same answers I do.
Two detectives on a stakeout for veracity.
What do you do when Everyone’s greatest fear is the truth?
There’s another question.
I told you, that’s all I have for now.
I dream of consensus, even just once. I pray for not here.
I wish the disease was more obvious, that the unwillingness to recognize bravery and integrity was exposed for what it is - subhuman.
If you must set yourself on fire, please do so quietely and at a convenient time.
Swipe to never eat another boring salad again.
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I’ve been struggling with the idea of our “imaginations” only allowing us to accept what the world is giving us, not able to grasp beyond what it is being served to us in the media, by our governments, etc. I am also speechless, and everything I try to say or write feels like a chide, feels like the echo chamber, feels like not enough…but how do we remind people that there is so much more to life? Thanks for sharing.
This reminds me of my struggles during the past decade or so. Little by little braved for the answers I thought I couldn't stomach, fell and stood up again, with some answers and more questions. Truth liberates in several ways and seeks more truth. Best decision was gasping for air towards the countryside. I'm searching for my co-investigator as well, though nature and survival are becoming increasingly important. I know enough to know where I stand anyway.
It also reminds me of this album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7vCIoSl-AU