I've been thinking about this all day.
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I have been in and out of some pretty depressive periods in the past year, and trying to draw how it feels.
disassociation; shame.
feeling 'stopped'.
feeling dread, like something bad will happen when I try to move. A yawning pit in my chest and a stone in my throat.
feeling haunted; weighed down; surrounded by jangling and thrumming.
inertia; lack of will to create anything anymore.
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During the height of covid when I was unemployed and homeless, Dem Bois provided me with a care package that, more than anything, gave me hope to keep living and a reminder that my community exists and is one of perseverance and survival.
Yeah quiet quitting is great and all but have you tried chaotic working?
Like. I remember back in my grocery store cashier days I did so much crazy shit.
When WIC (Women, infants, and children voucher program to help low income mothers/families with children) people were in my line I would pretty much know who they were. Before the cards they had to tell us upfront they were WIC and show us their vouchers for what they were allowed to get (it was awful some times. Like. 2 gallons of milk. $4 worth of vegetables etc etc). They’d always have items hanging back, waiting to see what the total was and if they would have to take it off the belt.
I began to place the fruits/vegetables a certain way on the register scale so that like 1/2lbs of grapes read as like .28lbs or something. Then act shocked when I said that they still had X amount of lbs left. They got all their fruit and vegetables.
I think it started to kinda? Catch on to the women? Because I would have the same moms in my line month after month. And even after they switched to the cards (they worked like food stamp cards?) I’d still do the same thing. They were able to get more produce for whatever shitty max amount Indiana gave them.
Anyways. Be chaotic. It’s more fun that way.
The Wageworker, Lincoln, Nebraska, May 31, 1907
This is the foundation of all hope btw. In the words of Tolkien, 'despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.'
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