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Fight against the theft of your soul

   13 May 2025, late afternoon

There is an impulse in moments like this to appeal to self-interest. To say: These horrors you are allowing to happen, they will come to your doorstep one day; to repeat the famous phrase about who they came for first and who they’ll come for next. But this appeal cannot, in matter of fact, work. If the people well served by a system that condones such butchery ever truly believed the same butchery could one day be inflicted on them, they’d tear the system down tomorrow. And anyway, by the time such a thing happens, the rest of us will already be dead.

No, there is no terrible thing coming for you in some distant future, but know that a terrible thing is happening to you now. You are being asked to kill off a part of you that would otherwise scream in opposition to injustice. You are being asked to dismantle the machinery of a functioning conscience. Who cares if diplomatic expediency prefers you shrug away the sight of dismembered children? Who cares if great distance from the bloodstained middle allows obliviousness. Forget pity, forget even the dead if you must, but at least fight against the theft of your soul.

I finished reading One Day, Everyone Will Always Have Been Against This by Omar El Akkad last night. The book is incredible. I was reminded a lot of Aime Cesaire’s Discourse on Colonialism. The main difference is we are living through the events of Omar’s book. Omar uses death and destruction in Gaza to frame his scathing criticisms of the West. Things have gotten worse, not better in Gaza. The world watches, as it always seems to, as genocide unfolds once again. It’s refreshing to read someone speak clearly about what is happening, what your eyes and ears lay witness too, while politicians or the media tell you what you understand to be true is not. It is frustrating and depressing to see how cyclical everything seems to be. These are dark days.

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Aftersun

   19 January 2025, late morning

I’ve seen Aftersun twice now. The first time alone during my big break, the second time last night with Shima. The film is slow, sweet, and sad. The audience watches a father and daughter on a resort trip in Turkey. The film is also presented, in some ways, as the daughter rewatching video clips recorded during the holiday. And perhaps the whole film is her trying to piece together the time they spent together. The film feels authentic and real, almost documentary. Paul Mescal and Frankie Corio play their parts perfectly. I watched an interview where they didn’t give Corio the entire script, just her parts, so she would be have the same understanding of the holiday as the character. I’m being pretty coy writing about the movie because I think it’s one best enjoyed with no expectations. I love the end of the movie. In some ways the whole movie is a slow build up for the last few moments of the film. You should watch this.

Aftersun official trailer.

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