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Title: A Whisper from Nowhere Author: Anonymous Date: Autumn 2020 Language: en Topics: clandestinity, pandemic, COVID-19, The Local Kids, The Local Kids #6 Source: Translated for The Local Kids, Issue 6 Notes: Previously published as Ein FlĂĽstern aus dem Nirgendwo on the wwweb, May 2020
Dear friends and comrades,
I've had the idea of contacting you again for a very long time. No
matter where I was, no matter what was going on, no matter what
adversity or beautiful experiences I encountered outside of physical
prison - I always felt the urge to let you be part of it. You are an
indispensable part of my life that has taken roots deep in my heart.
But every time I sat down in front of the blank sheet of paper, my
ability slipped away to write. To tell. Each time I fell silent and felt
sad. How can words really convey what I feel? My mind tormented me with
this question whenever I sat at my desk and stared at the empty white in
front of me. And while I was struggling for letters, the world at once
spun faster and then suddenly stopped. If someone had seriously tried to
convince me at the beginning of February of this year that the virus in
Wuhan, China, would put half the world under a glass dome within a few
weeks, I would have laughed and shook my head. But here we are, in the
midst of an authoritarian process of radically reshaping the status quo.
Back to the old normal!, complain the reactionary nostalgics. Always
interested in saving their own ass and then locking the door again as
quickly as possible.
Forward to the new normal!, preach the liberal cybernetics. Bright
helpers of the state, always driven by good intentions ...
And what do the rulers do? They are at odds, united, hesitant,
determined, totalitarian, reasonable, scientific, religious ... the
range is endless and yet always describes only the same thing - they act
according to the maxim of maintaining power. Always and exclusively.
The question “old” or “new”, or in other words; the question of how we
want to be managed and kept in check is not the question that should
interest individuals seeking self-determination. How we oppose the
dictates of laws and morals, sabotage it with thoughts and dynamite and
thus open a space for new things - this is music to the ears that are
looking for the earth beneath the asphalt.
I have been on the run for almost 4 years now, which prevents me from
discussing these explosive questions with you, setting up theses with
you and rejecting them again, working out approaches with you and
testing them with my whole heart. Of course that saddens me. Because
such a shared discussion would mean that I can see, hear, smell and feel
you. And you can't imagine how much I miss this immediacy - how much I
miss you all!
But hey, I'm not with you, but next to you – moving quietly on a path
nowhere, from which I wave to you and whisper the warmest words of
greeting. Let’s not allow the passing time to force itself between us
and to gradually fade out our shared experiences and adventures.
I am glad that, thanks to you, I have found my beloved words and the joy
of storytelling again, you are wonderful.
We’ll talk again.
In solidarity and freedom-loving affinity,
Your friend and comrade from nowhere