frustration and field scavenging

Law
Economics
Labor
Environment
Chemistry
Aesthetics and Marketing / Psychology
Political Science
Futurism


Multimodal criticism / law and norm building that projects forward @ all these levels / can fractalise into higher resolution

i would really like to redefine all of this as economics because the current methodology of dominant economics as far as i can see is shortsighted and purposefully dull, oversimplified in ways that hack at its readers’ and reviewers’ common sense. the publication launders the ecology of war. war is not the natural state; war is order, it is direction in a way, it is an excuse to remove chaff and elevate wheat.

because the measurements that guide us should include the level of manipulation / fleecing /malincentives that currently exist and the sense of nonexistence that people are starting to carry . although the money is growing, it is still, and it looms over us as a bloated leviathan. once it is gone, only our guts will be left to eat. and the effects of those cuts and poisonings will affect the quality and health of those corpses.

the mist in the morning light is beautiful, creating a refractive glow of gold in the dewy fields, which sway and bend through the suspended crystalline cloud extending as far as the eye can see through those silkworm-clad trees.

anyways, trust in institutions is at a seeming global low, freedom is also seeming to be at a global low. on top of the WB and IMF, china has started its own WB and IMF program internally. on top of those, obviously, there are a thousand proxy wars and proxy civil wars balkanising the US cone of influence. people are getting America psychosis from this and breaking out in anti-government, or anti-world, neuroses , anything for a change into ‘rule of law’ - traditional strength — or ‘america-first’ which is like rule o f law, but with different laws. and less interventionism- which at this point feels more like cowardice and retraction, a sign, if true, of weakness and prickly insularity, which also may be true, god knows it’s my feeling as well as the ‘20s wear on.

maybe the ship will stabilise? under the pressures of 3.5-degree warming, environmental destruction, and population ruptures among the newly demon haunted realm , i do not think that these institutions can maintain the population and its new urgent needs in any meaningful sense. i am spending every day watching people be failed by governance gaps, and i am also failing people and becoming mentally weak by watching all of this happening; i am feeling crushed myself under the whetstone, ground to nothing instead of in the earth. the earth does not feel real around me anymore. the rare and faint whispers of direction gasp and die like struck matches in the heavy wind, acrid sulfuric fumes smarting in my eyes as smoke immolates my choking nostrils. maybe

“if only, if only, the woodpecker cried, the bark on this tree was a little bit softer”

under the great harvest moon, the world feels brighter