what the fuck was that brief period in like fuck idk 2012? (when in doubt about internet chronology just say 2012) when every other tuesday some video of someone sitting on the floor, edited to look black and white, would flip through a giant stack of huge cards telling some story about their life with some really trite moral at the end set to either classical or like chasing cars or something.
what was that. why did we do that?
today I learned that Duraflame Inc, “America’s number one fire log” does not have a Wikipedia page but “none pizza with left beef” does
Page from my comic, VALLONO. Read the beginning or get the hi-res early release.
p.s. can you find the Sacred Symbol?
EDIT: VALLONO IS NOW FREE TO READ FOR EVERYONE
man. a couple nights ago i read this post about the backrooms and internet horror and basically had the realization that i truly, at no point in my life that i can remember, believed in my heart that the world would be better within my lifetime.
i have always seen the general moral curve of the universe to be upward, but i have always seen the immediate future as a downward trajectory. for most of my life, i have believed that this trajectory is not inevitable, that it could be changed, but i have never believed that as it stands right now it will. changing the future has always been possible, but separated from me by several years of collective organizing that was not happening and didn't seem likely to happen, and that i could not meaningfully influence.
and this is all despite having seen my favorite video essay, the 90's neoliberal fantasia as experienced by daria morgendorffer, millennial, maybe 20 times, in which ian danskin says the sentence "young people don't feel trapped by the future, because nobody believes in the future anymore," and having that line deeply resonate with me. i didn't internalize it until a couple nights ago.
and i get by on hope. messages like "if ur trans, you have to live" and "you cannot kill me in a way that matters" and "queers bite back" and "sunrise, parabellum" and "may death never stop you" and "do no harm, take no shit" and stuff like that. extracting hope from little sayings, wherever they come from. doesn't matter if they're actual leftist slogans or if they're from a band or a fucking tumblr shitpost. hope is hard to come by and i have to find it wherever i can.
it seems inevitable at this point that being queer is going to get even worse, be so terrifyingly hard, in the near future. was it easy to be queer in 2015? no, but god at least it wasn't this. but the queer liberation movement turned into the queer rights movement turned into the gay marriage movement, and we never did anything to secure our position. the cis white gays thought we won.
capital continues to coalesce, the police state gets stronger, global tensions rise, fascists take over entire U.S. states unopposed.
what kind of person am i to be, now? it seems no answer is right.
