I recently finished college and started looking for a job and i haven't found one in a few months of looking... I am very tired and just worn down by it all... I don't want a job where I bring profit to those cartoonishly evil coorporate overlords... I want to just be good yk... Good to mankind and the earth.
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ovo je realno samo za mene
I've been watching Harun Mehmedović talk about the culture of amnesia in BiH. How violence beyond our comprehension is done to the people over and over again and the people are always in shock and cannot see the pattern of it. And I draw paralels with my own family who is Croatian. There are some abusers in my family who, through the decades keep doing the same type of abuse and get away with it. And their targets always forgive and forget.
We need to stop the cycle.
We need to stop the cycle.
Personal note:
I like listening to gossip because I find it helpful to learn not only about the subject of the gossip but also the person talking about them.
I don't think I'm very good at judging people. I always assume the best... I try to assume mediocrity but it's hard...
I like listening to gossip because I find it helpful to learn not only about the subject of the gossip but also the person talking about them.
I don't think I'm very good at judging people. I always assume the best... I try to assume mediocrity but it's hard...
My grandfather was born in Milano because his parents were taken from here, his father was supposed to be executed but his mother gave him the baby and said he's a single father so they spared his life... I don't know much about my grandfather because I never got to know him. My grandma's dad was standing last in line, in front of a nazi, waiting to get executed after the others but the gun jammed and the nazi let him go.
Christianity is an ongoing colonisation of Croatia. What culture od we have from before Christianity? Where are the old growth forests we should look to for healing the land? We pride ourselves in our scars of colonialism: the cathedrals, the ruins built in the time Romans occupied us, the city centre that features rulers from Austro-Ugarska...
Where is my culture, my roots? We have been plucked so many times...
Where is my culture, my roots? We have been plucked so many times...
""Art is supposed to disrupt the system. That's what art is. If it supports the system it's an advertisement, and we're gonna keep saying it because thats not art!"
Usually people like me look to the most marginalized, the natives, the nomads, the keepers of the truth. The truth of how to work with this beautiful planet instead of digging it up until its all red scorching dust.
Here I can't find anyone to ask how. Here's I'm the one people ask how. I grew up in a concrete box, isolated from everything. I don't recognise the local flora and fauna. I look to others online, who did something, talked to someone, built a community...
That forest, the stones that snakes use as tanning beds and bugs use them as a home... It has been flattened, ran over again and again and again, always bigger. It's turned into a logistic center for megastores that are built in the middle of fucking nowhere. Just to get built. For a people that go into debt buying groceries and rent and pacifiers to distract themselves from the ruins that they walk in every day.
Watching reading and yearning for change isn't enough anymore. I walked through a dead green forest and heard no birds, got no ticks, ran into any spiderwebs. I walked until i ran into the highway soaring over a lake. Growling with cars and trucks day and night.
I never again ran into a bear. Only men. There is nowhere i can go on this land where I feel at home, under the moss and old fern leaves. The forest around me is barely breathing and I'm watching it from a concrete tower.
I never again ran into a bear. Only men. There is nowhere i can go on this land where I feel at home, under the moss and old fern leaves. The forest around me is barely breathing and I'm watching it from a concrete tower.
I belong to the earth and water and air and fire. They belong to no one.