May we continuously find seeds of other possible worlds in the here and now of diaspora.
May we always fight and love and live for glimpses of other possible worlds.
May we remember all the dreamscapes we’ve wandered through, cultivated, and sparkled within.
May those memories catalyze blessed uprisings and social transformations, dignity and experimentation, autonomous communities and collective care, the juiciness of solidarity and bittersweetness of rebellious mourning.
Their world is one of nightmares: policing and punishing, walling in and dividing, dispossessing and disappearing.
Our worlds are the stuff of dreamscapes, even when clouds seem to blot out the stars and moon:
“These are difficult times, I know, but don’t fall into resignation, don’t abandon hope; never! Not for one moment. Even if everything seems lost, and the bad things that afflict humans and the earth seem unbearable, keep on finding strength and inspire it in your comrades. It is exactly in those darkest moments that your light helps. And always remember: ‘Every storm starts with a single drop. Try to be that drop.’”
—last letter of Lorenzo Orsetti, anarchist from Florence, Italy who fought and died in and for Rojava
On this thirtieth anniversary of the Zapatistas’ other possible world, a piece of a world in which other worlds fit, may we take the side of liberatory dreamscapes:
“Our choice is not between war and peace but between life with dignity or without.”
—Subcomandante Galeano
#OtherWorldsArePossible
#TryAnarchismForLife
#UntilAllAreFree
(photos, all from Nov-Dec 2019 in either Athens or Crete)
