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door Bella Arlman
Hey, there is absolutely no taxonomical distinction between grasshoppers and locust.
There is absolutely no taxonomical distinction between locust and grasshoppers.
Only under specific environmental conditions a change is triggered in the brain chemistry of the solitary grasshopper.
Flooding their brains with serotonin, morphing their bodies and mutating their behaviour — causing them to swarm.
They have been busy
Sacrificing our future to preserve their present or
Sacrificing our present for a past that never was or
Squandering our present for a future that will never be or
Trivialising their past to protect the present they control
They’re burning up the past to get to the present
They’re burning up the world to safe their own
They’re rolling on the floor laughing
They’re laughing all the way to the bank
Now, this IRL isolation is disturbingly familiar
Now, more than ever, the Egregore is fed amidst,
Now, more than ever, the Egregore renders our words meaningless
And now, more than ever temples all around the world chant amidst, amidst, amidst, the status quo thrives despite global pandemic.
The chanting stops for a moment, looking up we see that we’ve become bands of wingless nymphs. Solitary individuals look up from their own struggle and see the struggle all around them. The plague we form can be one of transformation. Once our individual uncertainty, hopelessness and isolation turns to solidarity: Swarm
Use words that you know you can trust
Speak chaotically and poetically
When they try to resell you their narrative of your experience
Remember the cracks in the system you witnessed as it faltered
Remember the tastes, the smells, the feelings
Soon narratives will be leveraged against us for profit and power:
door Smári Róbertsson