July 6, 1920 Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka First published : 1952

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July 6, 1920 Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka First published : 1952
#how long have we been holding on to this one?
i’ve had this queued for 365 days
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(closing the menu and handing it back to the waiter) whatever's most sumptuous
2015-11-14
Do you remember that thing when we were young and it felt like everything had to be expressed all the time or else it didn't exist? and then as we grew older into young adulthood it felt like everything had to be contained and chosen carefully or else it wasn't relevant/legitimate?
And now it feels like both of those phases were silly and we know now that anything we express is valid because how we feel in this particular moment? I imagine how it'll feel in ten years. in twenty years. in fifty years when we have people around us, maybe some adopted grandchildren, and we'll try to remember why we rebelled against our parents and society and we'll struggle to recognise that their rebellion is just as important and true as our own.
and we'll think that because we knew hardship and struggle, the modern youth should listen to us. and we'll be just like our parents. but we have the choice to be understanding, just as they did. whether relative or stranger, we'll have the choice to be annoyed with the youth or to appreciate them. And no-one will realise that we have the choice to be annoyed and delighted that the youth still rebels against the reality they've grown up in.
there is a day, whether you will it or not, and it does not care whether you succeed or not. but it does not judge you either. it does not blame you. it does not tell you your worth. why do you care what tomorrow brings? it cannot be different than today unless you make it so.
Do you remember that thing when we were young and it felt like everything had to be expressed all the time or else it didn't exist? and then as we grew older into young adulthood it felt like everything had to be contained and chosen carefully or else it wasn't relevant/legitimate?
And now it feels like both of those phases were silly and we know now that anything we express is valid because it's how we feel in this particular moment? I imagine how it'll feel in ten years. in twenty years. in fifty years when we have people around us, maybe some adopted grandchildren, and we'll try to remember why we rebelled against our parents and society and we'll struggle to recognise that their rebellion is just as important and true as our own.
and we'll think that because we knew hardship and struggle, the modern youth should listen to us. and we'll be just like our parents. but we have the choice to be understanding, just as they did. whether relative or stranger, we'll have the choice to be annoyed with the youth or to appreciate them. And no-one will realise that we have the choice to be annoyed and delighted that the youth still rebels against the reality they've grown up in.
like many people have said this better than me but no it IS odd that we've come to think of potatoes as so quintessentially european that their presence in historical fantasy where they're anachronistic doesn't jar. and yes people are trying to have the trappings of post-colonial europe without engaging w the icky colonialism part and yes people are neglecting to imagine what a european cuisine without potatoes would be like.
im fully in favour of 'let people have fun w their fantasy world' but is considering how the potatoes got there in the absence of colonialism not a fun exercise? maybe every year the dragon riders go on a great transatlantic potato pilgrimage
perhaps a good way to sum up the issue here is:
if you put potatoes in your medieval european style fantasy world people will by and large not find it jarring and accept it as a normal fantasy trope
if you put, say, black people in your medieval european style fantasy world a whole demographic of people will get very angry and accuse you of breaking their immersion
this is in spite of the fact that black people were a lot more common in medieval europe than potatoes.
Let people grow.
When I was younger I was very right-wing. I mean…very right-wing. I won’t go into detail, because I’m very deeply ashamed of it, but whatever you’re imagining, it’s probably at least that bad. I’ve taken out a lot of pain on others; I’ve acted in ignorance and waved hate like a flag; I’ve said and did things that hurt a lot of people.
There are artefacts of my past selves online – some of which I’ve locked down and keep around to remind me of my past sins, some of which I’ve scrubbed out, some of which are out of my grasp. If I were ever to become famous, people could find shit on me that would turn your stomach.
But that’s not me anymore. I’ve learned so much in the last ten years. I’ve become more open to seeing things through others’ eyes, and reforged my anger to turn on those who harm others rather than on those who simply want to exist. I’ve learned patience and compassion. I’ve learned how to recognise my privileges and listen to others’ perspectives. I’ve learned to stand up for others, how to hear, how to help, how to correct myself. And I learned some startling shit about myself along the way – with all due irony, some of the things I used to lash out at others for are intrinsic parts of myself.
You wouldn’t know what I am now from what I was then. You wouldn’t know what I was then from what I am now.
It distresses me deeply to think of someone dredging up my dark, awful past and treating me as though that furiously hateful person is still me. It distresses me to see others dredging up the past for anyone who has made efforts to become a better person, out of some sick obsession with proving they’re “problematic.”
Purity culture tells you that once someone says or does something, they can never go back on it. That’s a goddamn lie. While it’s true that some remain unrepentant and never change their ways and continue to harm others, it’s important to allow everyone the chance to learn from their mistakes. Saying something ignorant isn’t murder. Please stop treating it that way. Let people grow.
Still call it out and question it ….
Bruh. No. Listen. Call out what people do now, absolutely. If they haven’t changed, call them out on their record. This post is explicitly not about people who HAVEN’T changed. What this post IS saying is, if someone is making an effort to be a good person, don’t go digging around in their past for evidence that they were once for what they’re now against, or once against what they’re now for, as “proof” of what they “really think,” because people’s opinions and beliefs can change.
The obsession with finding shit in someone’s past and then claiming that a questionable or even sordid past negates all possibility of a good present needs to become extinct. Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
If someone has changed for the better, don’t harass them about what they were like before they fuckin’ changed. That’s shitty and it needs to stop.
We can’t change the world if we decide people can’t change.
Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
We really need to start asking where this purity bullshit came from. I’m not Christian and was not raised Christian but there has been a lot evidence that much of gold star activism and purity culture originated in of evangelical youth movements and then infiltrated progressive left-wing and center-left politics when those youth left their churches but failed to leave behind the black-n-white puritanical “you’re going to hell if you stray one inch from the righteous path” style of thinking they were taught.
I distinctly remember some conversations I had in the late 00s and very early 2010s with long time social justice activists who were baffled and disturbed by the new crop of youth activists who were practicing something that was decidedly NOT social justice despite stealing that phrase from us.
In the decade and a half that has passed since then, all of this gold-star activism and purity culture has done exactly what I predicted back then: empowered the far-right while sowing division everywhere.
Folks. This shit needs to stop.
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get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all
Sandra Cisneros, from Loose Woman: Poems; "Once Again I Prove the Theory of Relativity"
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling