Exhaustion + Wings = Free Free Free!

We’re outgunned a million to one...

Are you feeling it, things are just too heavy today? Then just scroll down, click on that link for the beautiful sub.media video or Margaret’s talented reading of some speculative fiction, and come back to the rest of this newsletter another day. It’s all good. Breathe. Feel the cool air way way above the earth.

Sorry I haven’t written anything in a while! I’ve been moving, then immediately after unpacking, packing up again for a temporary move for a temporary out-of-town job, while trying to finish the articles I did my research for this summer about the Chesapeake Bay and the lie of green growth, while going through a really intensive but oh-so-healpful cycle of therapy, and on the side, preparing for a big huge trip to Brazil to work with some comrades there – anarchists, organized workers, communities belonging to the Landless Workers Movement, and (to be clear all of these categories overlap) members of the Ka’apor and other Amazonian indigenous peoples. We’ve set our sights on the COP30, that masked ball where governments and capitalists dance around questions of climate change and ecocide while making themselves a whole bunch of money. Last year, the official conference for powerful institutions to make empty promises on climate change was in Azerbaijan, a petrostate that was at that moment actively engaged in ethnic cleansing.

Basically, me and the folks in Brazil want to take all these lies, the whole idea that states and capitalists would even be capable of addressing the causes of the ecological crisis at that mythical point in the future when they decide it’s something they want to prioritize, and blow that shit out of the water. While also highlighting all the effective, intersectional, anticolonial initiatives around the world that are restoring communities, healing ecosystems, mitigating the poisonous effects of capitalism, and making our collective survival more likely. And they do this despite few resources, marginalization by the media and academia, and police repression.

So anyways, yeah, some big things going on over here.

I remember there was a Sunday the other week when I worked 14 hours straight, cleaning and fixing things at home, dealing with stupid bureaucracies, then writing and researching and conducting an interview. That night I only slept 4 hours, mostly because of ongoing health problems. Then I got up at 6 in the morning and drove the