The scales of justice cannot function unless the whole truth is placed upon them. Whether or not our faulty systems, set up to honor the colonizing, rich, white, and male, recognize what hangs in the balance, our souls do. It is the health of our consciousness that is weighed now. And always. In these circumstances, to feel out of balance is an honest assessment of the corruption we are weighed against. In times like these our pain, and also our numbness, is a marker of our health, not our illness.
the night before the
apocalypse passes like
any other. calm.
Jenny Holzer, Untitled (Rejoice!) from Inflammatory Essays 1979-1982
in fort greene, we scream
on pink post-its: fuck trump, i’m
illegal so what