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Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Writing this involved more listening than it did reading, days on end were spent with artists that were countering injustice, oppression, prejudice, the greeds of Empire and the miseries of man. Music born of pain as much as of wonder, passion, LSD or hope, and it is comforting to recall such lineages, some giants of history, many forgotten by it entirely, all nevertheless feeling music as a blade that cuts deep.

This essay makes no claim to totality. The seismic musical map is necessarily incomplete, drawn in some broad, politically significant strokes. Countless titans remain unnamed, the dissident punk of Soviet bloc bands, the reinventions of Madonna, the shameless edges of Prince, ... To catalogue every insurrectionary chord would require an encyclopedia, not a musico-historical snapshot.

The purpose here is not archival exhaustiveness, but the articulation of an urgent thesis: that music’s history is a history of political force, and its future sites of gathering, from the squatted basement to the corporatized festival grounds, are where the battle for that force’s meaning is eternally waged.

What is on offer is not the definitive history, but a critical lens. The rest is just a song waiting to be sung.

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-1

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Probs my favourite text, out of everything I wrote last year.

This essay has been in the making for a long while, stitched from many late night and early morning conravesations.

It is not a doctrine for festival puritanism or a manifesto for competitive karma-olympics.. The critique is born from love, from the visceral memory of a track, a beat and a groove that realigned your brain stem, of eye contact in a crowd that felt like a religious experience, of a dawn that broke in an indescribably and painfully beautiful way. It is a defence of the rebellious, the weird, the psychedelic, the exhausting rave timewarp.. those rare, deeply affecting moments where art and communion fuse into a reason for being.

These are not trivial pleasures; they are among the sweetest pursuits that give texture and meaning to a life. The argument is not in creating an unattainable golden standard, but instead for allegiance, to that sacred frequency against its corporate simulacrum.

We all participate in numerous industrial-complexes, and our lives are twisted in dark, delirious ways, so the story is far from simple. We navigate a world that contorts us with pressures we did not ask for and bends us into shapes we did not choose. This is an eruption of thought, that itself welcomes critique and dialogue, but simply refuses to submit to apathy or conformity. Curious to know what you think :)

Rêve on ;)

🌀 full piece via link in bio and right here: wakinglife.pt/storytelling/sonic-insurrection-part-2

writing: @ivanmarching
editing: @sayfen895
watercolors: @mernywernz

Are you a wealth holder whose family wealth comes from Germany, Austria, or any other country shaped by the Nazi (NS) regime and its collaborators?
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Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Yes, I’m coming for all the pretentious award shows, the hollow galas, the bubblegum popularity contests because when the dust settles, history wont forget who paid for the party hos.

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Everyone wants action. Just not theirs. Not now. Not for free.

Everyone points a finger, but somehow every finger is attached to a hand that’s already turning a page, scrolling past, or reaching for someone else’s wallet. Accountability is a fabulous idea.. for that other guy..

Chronically Online Anonymous support circle anyone?
Shall we make a telegram group 🫣

A tech-world figure who mistakes altitude for insight, performs space-age ambition as a distraction from earthly problems, and turns planetary escape fantasies into a spectacle that benefits no one but themselves.

Butt seriously, ass-tronauts abound, and they be giving small rocket energy.

*apologies to astronauts, you're badass :)

A tech-world figure who mistakes altitude for insight, performs space-age ambition as a distraction from earthly problems, and turns planetary escape fantasies into a spectacle that benefits no one but themselves.

Butt seriously, ass-tronauts abound, and they be giving small rocket energy.

*apologies to astronauts, you're badass :)

A tech-world figure who mistakes altitude for insight, performs space-age ambition as a distraction from earthly problems, and turns planetary escape fantasies into a spectacle that benefits no one but themselves.

Butt seriously, ass-tronauts abound, and they be giving small rocket energy.

*apologies to astronauts, you're badass :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

“Our financial lives are not driven by logic, but by the autonomic nervous system.”

Dive into our new substack piece on #MoneyTrauma & #WealthHoarding drawing inspiration from Miho Soon & Iris Brilliant, uncover the psychological underpinnings of the #BunkerClass fear-driven ‘money disorders’ and look towards collective & practiced healing through political solidarity. ✊

🔗 https://guerrillagrammar.substack.com/p/an-autopsy-of-money-trauma-and-wealth

Sharing is caring - so don’t hoard the content if you think it’s cool. Pass it on :)

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

but have you been? no..
then how can you critique it so?

as my giagia would say, the smell from afar is telling you everything you need to know about the kitchen.

✌️wouldn't go to The Met gala either ✌️

so let's focus on anale please. it is a more honest insertion, a deeper claim :) shut the hole. make them feel the blockage before they ever see the show.

*thanks for the cover graphic @giulioalvigini <3

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

The METamorphosis is Ugly

The gala-tocracy slithers,
all fangs and veneers,
they eat reputation
and shit auctioned tears.
Anna’s stone tablet
inscribes who’s “in fashion,”
while the world burns outside
with much less compassion.

You bought the whole staircase,
you bought the curator,
you bought the applause
from the paid adulator.
But here’s what you can’t buy,
you vein-popping clown:
a single good deed
that won’t crack when pressed down.

This blood-money carousel,
this cultural mugging,
this desperate, pathetic,
peacockian bugging..
the question it poses,
with each borrowed dress:
If I drape myself properly,
will you forget I oppress?

The answer is no.
The bubble have cracks.
The museum is not
your tax shelter, you hacks.
Art isn’t a bidet
to rinse off your sins.
Burn the red carpet.
Let something begin.

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight

Money talks. The far right is shouting.

Meanwhile, 'progressives' are whispering, “can we circle back on this?”

Dive into our new substack piece which features some of our funder friends & allies (@weavingliberation, @mamacashfund, @dalanfund, safe passage fund, @blackfeministfund, @solidairenetwork @womendonors) as well as blueprints on how to organise wealth from the Block & Build frontlines of the US dystopia.

Promise that it's more uplifting than it seems..

And yes dear cynics, of course it is easy to call philanthropy a neoliberal karma-tumor, but puritanism may obfuscate actually radical, life-sustaining ways of moving money in the here and now.

#organisewealth #fundthefight