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Solidarity in Isolation

The threads of time bind us together. Weaved between our being as third dimensional material. It is fabric, as it is thought, as it is decision, of the mesh. That which predisposes and underlies reality, unfolding itself in front of the present moment. It is this which guides our conscious decision. Our illusion of independence systematic of capitalist illness which infects the mesh. Language of objectivity renders its fabric invisible, as it is pure connection. It is that which births, that which we will decompose to.

Our existence though inherently interconnected, is felt as isolated. Might we blame this on ‘single mind’ and claim individualism as essential? Or might we consider single mindedness, and individualist language to be held responsible. Our fluid bodies, the earths flesh, express thought, as it falls from the mesh. If thought is matter, firing between synapses, then how might we claim its ownership? Our ideas collaged from past experience may only be held as object in 4th dimensional space, containing its history, effect, and future influence. We should see these as trinkets, bound together through strings of culture.

And yet it is not our dimensional limitations that blind us to our interconnectedness, but our languages of understanding. We revolve around singular, object-oriented ontology, claiming edges, claiming division. And yet it is not the words that comprise a sentence, but the placement of spaces in between them. A connection-oriented ontology preaches of utopia anti-Anthropocene. Where our species might disregard superiority and rejoice death, our melting, re-joining to the mesh.

Politics of isolation are simply thus, politics. The lacking at the back of one’s throat, the hole in one’s chest, eyes fighting back tears, or apathetic minds are universal experiences. The collective consciousness (human and beyond) feels these symptoms through ‘individuals’ but the experience does not belong to any individual. It is a natural repulsion to capitalism, which language of capitalism has convinced us is isolated, unique, inspiring even, worthy of being gatekept. And yet the experience of these feelings should insight solidarity! should point directly to the mesh. Emotional interconnectedness should insight flesh blindness, unconditional empathy, pure belonging.

Capitalism dictates our definitions. Reinforcing individualism, competition, oppression, uniqueness, hierarchy, humiliation, superiority, denial, division, dualism, segregation, colonisation, mutilation, torture, murder… 

These are the elements that comprise breathable air for capitalism. These are the realities we accept when presented with the clean external form of commodity - a fetishisation that encompasses not only products but persons. ‘Individualism’ is the commodification of the soul. It is the reduction of soul to a singular (identity), neatly fitting within a consumable object (body). Thus, under a capitalist, object-oriented being, our relationships are a consumption of commodity, forging dynamics of ownership, arrangement, and control. From an individualist standpoint we see others as decorations for our mantlepiece, not the becoming of ourselves.

Our blind systematic acceptance is imperative to the health of capitalism. Information control is a multilayered system: control of the news, defining ‘news’ as something true, algorithmic echo-chambers defining opinions, left or right. We live in an experience of ‘self’, defined by our reflection in objects, media, and persons (all of which are indistinguishable of course). Our reflection is controlled by the state, through methods of education, entertainment, architecture, internet access, food production. The aftermath of which is a controlled atmospheric construction that acts as the body for our communal consciousness. This consciousness understands capitalist ideology as indistinguishable from material, as fundamentally ‘true’ and ‘natural’: It understand it’s suffering as an essential state.

Mess is only illness when it chokes you instead of the planet. When the toilet gets clogged and you can’t flush your debris to the garbage island in the middle of the ocean. When its visible, when it’s present, this is sickness. Yet the constraints of living that produce waste are considered functional so long as it returns to that magical place ~ away ~. We are all hoarders so long as we’re consumers. So long as we’re part of a hyperobject we’re unable to acknowledge. Disgust and comfort are dangerous emotions.

We don’t see our smallness looking to stars. Turned invisible by light pollution. WE see our smallness by treding clouds. Observing lego-like cities, persons within it reduced to microbes. Polluted veins og Gaia we observe from the position of God. Othering action that separates self from the de-scaled mass. Whereas the alternative forces true scaled observation. Existentialism is imperative. Let the sky swallow us whole. Let us become absorbed in the abyss despite our ego.

Communal consciousness resides in the mesh. Language for describing which is incredibly reductive. Feelings of dread and acceptance manifest, but we are convinced they are felt singularly. Language of ‘mental health’ segregates the sick from the healthy, resulting in a natural shame, concealment, or masking of a struggle that is inherently communal. There is no neuro-typicality. The heathy are those who have accepted, or are ignorant to, the ideological construction that is reality, and it’s sinister, endless horror. The sick are those who are aware of it, and feel it’s injustice as internalised. psychology and counselling is a mechanism of capitalism to tell me that I am sick, not the system and that I should buy more fucking pills, or pay for more fucking therapy to gaslight myself that this oppressive system doesn’t survive off of the misery and humiliation of millions of people. I am not sick. Neuro-typicality is a disease of this system to force persons into producers, supporters and preachers of capitalism. And of course I know that what I’m feeling right now is universal, completely. It’s seeping into all walks of life, this inherent misery and self-blame is what we must find solidarity in. But alas the system convinces us in this state we are alienated -