#artofresilience — Public Fediverse posts

So many ideas for various “picture-prose” pieces have been floating around in my head—and so many photos of the #ArtOfResistance have been filling up my phone. Yet there have been way too many “real life,” aka in-person, happenings to carve out the time-space to craft words for Mastodon—most of them sweet, even if overwhelming, like helping to co-organize this weekend’s huge #MontrealAnarchistBookfair.

So for now, I’m savoring the fact that social media isn’t lording over my “life” as much. Instead, I’m grateful for what has become so much more rare since pandemic times, and thus so much more precious: face-to-face human connections that also revolve around face-to-face anarchist connections, including friends old and new. And I hope to say hello to and swap stories with a whole lot more of you in person this weekend!

No doubt, this current moment will end. Such is the poignancy of all our anarchist time-spaces: we continually have to make and remake them, carrying memories and social relationships between them.

There will, alas, be a “downtime,” and my picture-prose pieces on social media will re-emerge—part of my own #ArtOfResilience to help get me through. To help me dream aloud when dreamy days feel further away, and mourn well and rebelliously too, since our grief is a carrier for what we love and fight for.

For now, here’s a tiny glimpse of a tiny sticker I saw outside a cooperative bar that lent its time-space to host a fundraiser the other night on the stolen lands of Tio’tia:ke for @stopcopcity. For it’s true: whether here in Montreal or amid @defendatlantaforest, the land already knows it is free. It just needs us humans, especially those who think they can play god with it, to let the land be free of colonialism and capitalism and so much else that separates us from ecological and egalitarian lives.

(Photo: Pink and blue sticker with the words “The land needs no ‘lords.’”)