I had an unusually clear thought the other day when a friend of mine asked my opinion, late and rhetorically: “How do we get people out of their cars? Free them from their chains!”
It’s always nice to see others hold a familiar old opinion up to you, its gauziness so apparent with just a little light behind it. I replied all too seriously:
What we must do is convince them that they have already committed themselves to our own favourite fetters.
At least and
Not badly, they
Know their role
Only working here for now
Ready to defend
The way things
Haiku is dumb. Or perhaps just poorly transliterated?
I rode the TANK and I did see
a friendly driver condescend
to stop the bus and wait for me
the only rider end to end.
“Remove your hoods!” the speaker blares,
the driver has gone mute it seems.
Uncivil stretch from here to there,
we nod our heads and sheath our dreams.
I think these work better for English, but maybe I just like rhymes like some sort of poetic simpleton.
And fuck SORTA, by the way. Those damn speakers are dehumanizing and awful. They said they were for ad revenues and now they have the system in place they’re abusing us with their own radio voice actor shit every ten damn seconds.
It is ours as experts in a domain of public import to make clear the nature of our study. Is it complex? We must never let it seem otherwise! Let those who don’t understand our narrow, public domain understand that they don’t, but how they could, then if they will. Let them then vote.
Star Wars is not a story of a war between stars but a war about them. Stars set the scale of the series, it’s characters travelling in great loops about their massive references, always thinking on the scale of planets and moons and whole races of people. As the scale of their epic battle dictates the scale of their thoughts and attacks, so cars set the scale of our struggle today. Our American lives orbit these machines.
At the height of the battle we see our powerful protagonists, the rich, on the edge of a knife splitting between dark and light, seclusion or civilization. The tide is turning, and the rebel alliance may gain the upper hand…