Worshipping Lali

A shriveling pixel


Modern life, as we have come to know it, is a shriveling pixel – and we, enclosed within its collapsing bits, have concocted an exhausted sanity, an exhausting rationality, a tunnel-vision problematic, and a culture that rewards one with respectability proportionate to just how much you are able to obviate the bigger picture, the unspeakable at the seams of mass experience. To see that modern civilization is not an animated spot in a sea of mute blackness is, perhaps, to awaken to the urgency of slowness: the humble gasping tenderness that is called for when it seems indubitable to apply even more brute force; the realization that we are not as enclosed or hemmed in as our myths suggest. To stop trying so hard to make a difference, and start coming alive.

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Falling might very well be flying – without the tyranny of coordinates.