True peacemakers do not call for bombs and blockades. They defend truth, justice, and the sanctity of human life.

in cruel fires

Since those days, one cannot count how many deaths, how much blood has been shed, “babys in the thunderclouds”. Here and there, over decades. GY!BE. To bear witness. The triggering of anger and resistance, calls for responses and actions, and/or to uplift each other from distant fights.

Keep our eyes on the Global Sumud Flotilla (over 40 boats, 500 real people from more than 46 countries; not just the names of 'activist groups' attached seeking publicity and fame). Resilience and commitment carried (us) through the darkness.

All those who have never condemned genocide now claim to condemn political violence, this is ridiculous and ironic.

Fascists are fascists — no matter what skin color, regime, or party they mask themselves under and hide behind. All the same, cannibals, barbarians, devouring species itself.

There is a truism that the more chaotic stages; the more hypocrites, cowards, and ridiculous acts, flutterers, impostors come out from behind their masks. In this case, I am pointing out Jay/Jack and their entire Bluesky platform.

An embrace for all of us — the departed, the shattered, the leftovers, all unbowed depths. For all held. For all beyond. For all yet to come. Keep on trucking. Victory for Truth and Justice. Hold fast. Take care. Until our paths cross again.

Funny how the "only happy talk" rule about America that is going to be enforced on museums about history is not going to be enforced against false depictions of contemporary cities as crime-ridden hellholes.

Such genocides do not constitute a discrete event but unfold over time and share their duration with the lifespan of the regime that commits them.

We see barbarism and authoritarianism everywhere on this earth; and the complete erosion of humanitarian law, freedom, equality, and justice,... at the moral bottom.

A genocidal regime is one that produces, cultivates, trades, uses, and legitimizes forms of violence; simultaneously socializing the military, violence, and domination.

synthetic nostagia - all of us are on a road of return from the abyss

beyond full moon

The whole thing, [a whodunit] and [hidden truths], is a rabbit hole with an infinite loop: an investigative series about an investigative series about an investigative series about an investigative series ...

still forms drift on the edge of the collapse

In memory of Robert Wilson. An embodiment of the visionary master and indelible light.

The return of We Lost The Sea marks an almost superior evolution, mirroring the path and Caspian's structured, yet at the same time diverging uniquely. 'We lost the sea' – their own attempt not to become a self-parody of what it tries to be transcendental.

dives deeper into the transition, catharsis, taming starless moonless

Deconstructs the history of ontology, which is always also a history of the political. The “pulverization” sufficiently “interrupts", throws out of gear. Only it frees action from archai. To the extent that Heidegger undertakes such a deconstruction, he can be considered the first true anarchist.

founded in Kortrijk, Belgium; 1999. Amenra emerged from the widespread late ’90s Neurosis influence that produced post-metal stalwarts Isis and Cult Of Luna. Amenra brought atmosphere into sprawling and devastating soundscapes, emotional depths of midnight mass and/or transcendent meditative.

like the blue moon in the nighsky aquilus.bandcamp.com/album/bellum-i aquilus.bandcamp.com/album/bellum-ii

a fleeting glimpse and a self-ironic take on "realpolitik" in kino

our Aniara

midnight political critique and "musique concrète" with the documentary "Soundtrack to a Coup d'Etat / Bande-son pour un coup d'État" (2024, by Johan Grimonprez)

an (ambitious) return to (not) becoming a self-parody itself. an intense epitaph, by/for objects, cosmic sons, the space travelers, and the leftovers — seems a conscious decision: “there’s no atmosphere”, but we are drenched in atmosphere, beyond the mind—spaceless, timeless.

(endless) sleep deprivation

a long (political) insomnia

synthetic nostalgia of (in)visible cities

synthetic nostalgia of serenity at the gates

synthetic nostalgia of crashing waves

the past tides

remnants

moonlit gatekeeper

boundary-pushing

oh my fellow exiles, the hanged man. It’s our privilege, lost and serenity.

scenes from the 18th (consciousness) floor

politicized sleep(less)

to forget the coming storm

Time to reflect on my/our favorite moments and pockets of the year. One of the most beautiful echoes of 2024 in my books.

synthetic nostalgia

still forms drift

at a distance, whispers

synthetic nostalgia and cuts

synthetic nostalgia and cuts

still forms drift

eternal voyage of perspective vortex

depth of grace in relief and empty rooms, the whole before and now

recall, elsewhere, the silence of the night train