A RETURN 

is it a revival if it never vived in the first place? 

Written March 15th, 2024

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Ok I had abandoned this project for a while. For a little bit I was hyper focused on producing the Night Parade Launch parties in Chicago and Minneapolis, but then shit started popping off in Pal*stine and I entered a cycle of frantic activation // deep depression.

It's spring now, it's almost 6 months of daily watching the US backed gen*cide and becoming aware of several ongoing global crises, and the "launch" season of this book has maybe passed me by.

I am returning to the blog because I have to believe that I won't stop resisting/fighting (i won't), and that I still need to tend to my family's stories and our intergenerational traumas/legacies. I also was *heavily* encouraged by my sisters/mother/tori to get on anti-depressants and now I feel a little more able to function and fight at the same time. 

So i'm committing again to adding to my archive. I think the stuff i do on the internet for political ed/fundraising are important, and I also need to see the work I'm making (about my people and our lands and our stories of self) as contributing my small piece to the spiritual resistence against the US empire and cult of nationalism. (do you feel me convincing myself?) 

i think i need to learn how to grieve more in realtime because the heartbreaks keep on breaking my heart. The yōkai know rage, injustice, and loss. So i return to them. ╥﹏╥

free palestine, free the congo, free sudan, free okinawa. 

photo by mari yamagiwa, from the ei ja nai ka dance at the night parade lauch 

photo of several diasporic uchinanchu people painting a banner in support of palestine

photo of the words 'free gaza' wheatpasted on the sidewalk

 

 

 

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