“So, comrades, let us not pay tribute to Europe by creating states, institutions and societies, which draw their inspiration from her. Humanity is waiting for something other from us than such an imitation, which would be almost an obscene caricature. If we want to turn Africa into a new Europe, and America into a new Europe, then let us leave the destiny of our countries to Europeans…But if we want humanity to advance a step further, if we want to bring it up to a different level than that which Europe has shown it, then we must invent and we must make discoveries. If we wish to live up to our peoples’ expectations, we must seek the response elsewhere than in Europe.”—Frantz Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth (via undoingthedutchstate)
I would just like to say that today I upgraded to my first queen-sized bed (still ridin’ solo!), and I am stretched out in said bed, in my rad house, listening to Sigur Ros ( ) against this big old summer thunderstorm, drinking a glass of grigio, and —
and that’s all. Finally, that’s all.
(And you? You’re greater than you think you are. Yes, you.)
I’ll just sit on the hood of my cooling Jeep and listen to Lower Dens on my tinny-ass phone speakers after farm chores and watch the lightning storm to the east and the fireworks to the west. Shit is heavy right now but I’ll take this any day and be cool with it. Somebody send me a 40 right now and I will be king. Dethroned, ratty, tired, half-destroyed king but king nonetheless. Bring on ecstatic moments. Illumination or bust.