anarchistic, prose
What is the balance between development and preservation? Will it change over time?
anarchistic, prose
What is the balance between development and preservation? Will it change over time?
It’s a reminder both of how activism can break over dark times
fatigue, loss of hope
Resist much, obey little
Being your own person
sweating scramble for profit and domination
Reminds me of Thoreau's views on materialism, pursuit of wealth is dishonest