Deina

“All freedom is relative—you know too well—and sometimes it’s no freedom at all, but simply the cage widening far away from you, the bars abstracted with distance but still there, as when they “free” wild animals into nature preserves only to contain them yet again by larger borders. But I took it anyway, that widening. Because sometimes not seeing the bars is enough”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Whereas during the primitive stage of capitalist accumulation “political economy considers the proletarian only as a worker,” who only needs to be allotted the indispensable minimum for maintaining his labor power, and never considers him “in his leisure and humanity,” this ruling-class perspective is revised as soon as commodity abundance reaches a level that requires an additional collaboration from him. Once his workday is over, the worker is suddenly redeemed from the total contempt toward him that is so clearly implied by every aspect of the organization and surveillance of production, and finds himself seemingly treated like a grownup, with a great show of politeness, in his new role as a consumer.”
― Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectacle

“Es extraño, de alguna manera se tiene siempre la impresión de tener suerte, de que cualquier circunstancia, tal vez infinitesimal, nos sujeta junto al abismo de la desesperación y nos permite vivir. Llueve, pero no sopla el viento. O tal vez llueve y sopla el viento: pero sabes que esta tarde te toca a ti el suplemento de potaje y, entonces, también hoy encuentras fuerzas para superar la tarde. O incluso tienes lluvia, viento y el hambre cotidiana, y entonces piensas que si no te quedase otro remedio, si no sintieses en el corazón más que sufrimiento y tedio, como a veces sucede, que te parece en verdad yacer en el fondo, pues bien, aun entonces pensamos que si queremos, en cualquier momento, siempre podemos llegarnos hasta la alambrada eléctrica y tocarla o arrojarnos bajo los trenes que maniobran, y entonces dejaría de llover.”
― Primo Levi