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My name is Donia Tanani. A mother, a dreamer, a survivor amid the genocide in Gaza until this moment (I don't know, maybe I will be the next victim of an Israeli missile). As you know, I have endured unbelievable hardships for more than 3 years. My family and I have been evacuated more than 10 times, and we are still living in Gaza, where life has become tough. Despite the destruction and the relentless bloodshed, I am determined to rebuild my life and achieve my dreams like any normal human being who has the right to live as a human being. My husband Ahmed, our daughter Salma, and | live under harsh living conditions that are almost unbearable or even beyond the capacity of the human mind to bear, including bombing, displacement, famine, high prices, and all kinds of psychological torture that almost strip us of our humanity. With the lack of all possible means to provide the necessary income to support our daughter and provide her with basic needs at this young age, we have resorted to creating a campaign again (to be honest, everything we provide is spent because the current situation is challenging).

I want to heal from the trauma l've experienced and take back control of my life. Now that the war is nearing its end, there is hope that the Rafah border crossing may open soon. For families like mine, this could be our only chance to leave Gaza and rebuild our lives in safety. But traveling out of Gaza is extremely expensive — from exit fees and visas to transportation and resettlement costs. We have lost everything in the war, and without financial help, we cannot take this opportunity. Your support could be the difference between remaining trapped in crisis and finally starting a new life in peace. Every contribution will go directly toward covering my evacuation expenses and helping me start a new chapter. Your support can help me rise above these challenges and turn my dream into a reality. Every expense depends on reaching this goal. Your support will help me achieve my dream and cover these essential costs. Every contribution makes a difference and means the world to me! <THANK YOU FOR YOUR SOLIDARITY AND LOVE> Donia Tanani..

Please help Dounia and her family in Gaza to survive and begin to rebuild their lives! Donate what you can and please share the link. Everything helps! 🇵🇸

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I wrote this in one long, sleepless night for the final of a grad school class in 2015, inspired by Nietzsche’s Untimely Meditations. It’s interesting to see how long I’ve been asking these questions, and I introduce a few helpful concepts/thought experiments here I’d like to take up in the project.

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If all of us avail ourselves of all the excuses available to us, this isn’t going to work. Everyone has legitimate grievances and good reasons to keep doing what we’re doing as before, but we’re too deep in the shit for that to matter. If survival is possible, it’s going to require great sacrifice.

I wrote about this for @losingourmindspod.bsky.social: “Distance, Proximity and Ethics in a World of Interbeing” www.patreon.com/posts/100318...

You’re not the only one who feels like you’re losing your mind. Everyone I talk to has said this to me. This world is taking a toll on all of us, even those who are trying not to pay attention. Let this connect you to other people in solidarity rather than isolate you.

Who could ever truly account for all that’s been taken? The vicious rending of relationships and meaning, ties of love and interdependence that follows every bomb and bullet are hollowing out the ground beneath our feet with no thought to the inevitable cave-in that awaits us. This cannot go on.

The hole left in the world by a single person’s death is scarcely conceivable, and that horrible absence multiplied by thousands? We stand on the unstable foundation of a million graves, letters of a text made incoherent by an excess of lacunae, a Cat’s Cradle mangled by a Fate’s stolen shears.

Apollo 11 on the launchpad

Artemis spacecraft lifting off

Yuri Gagarin

The Soviet Luna 2 probe

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Natural color image of Venus, as captured by the NASA probe MESSENGER, showing a featureless field of cloud cover obscuring the surface.

Soviet Venusian probes Venera 13 (right) and 14 (left), both massively overbuilt to ensure survival in the harsh conditions on Venus’ surface.

Reconstruction of the Venusian surface based on images captured by the Venera 13 and 14 probes in 1982 showing a cracked, rocky landscape dominated by a yellow, hazy atmosphere.

Images of the Venusian surface taken by Venera 14 in 1982.

The Venera 13 & 14 Soviet probes returned the first (and most recent) true color images from Venus’ surface—an incredible engineering feat given the surface temperature was 855-869°F and atmospheric pressure 89-94x Earth’s. They continued working after landing for 127 and 57 minutes respectively.

People always try to take comfort in the fact that the past has always led to the present and the present to the future. “Human history is full of ups and downs, but here we are!” I don’t think people understand how fragile human life on this planet is, how easily it could all end.

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On the Creation of Laws and Outlaws: ICE, Border Patrol and the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 Oct 28 Thomas Satterwhite Noble's 1867 painting The Modern Medea depicts the arrest and capture of Margaret Garner (see below). Source: Wikipedia *This essay was written in the Spring of 2017 as my

Hundreds of undocumented immigrants being held at a for-profit detention center in Tacoma, WA went on hunger strike earlier this month, demanding an end to inhumane conditions and outrageously low wages paid for their labor at the facility. The hunger strike ended after the GEO Group, which operates the Northwest Detention Center, agreed to some of the hunger strikers' demands (for instance, promising to meet basic nutritional standards with the food served to prisoners), but today the hunger strike is back on, the operators of the facility having reneged on their initial promises and retaliated against the hunger strikers, transferring several to other facilities and actually-somehow-serving worse food than before.

The exploitation of detained immigrants in facilities like these-being paid only as much as $1 a day to be spent on overpriced commissary items-is tragic, but certainly not a departure from the history of immigration over the U.S.-Mexico border, which is essentially one of opportunistic exploitation based on the demands of major employers, and the complicity-sometimes merely acquiescence to these employers, oftentimes enthusiastic participation for short-term political gain—of the government. The desire for an easily-exploitable workforce which can be threatened and abused with practical impunity has created a perfect storm of intersecting structural violences facing some of the most vulnerable people on earth, their station neatly summarized by the cruel yet ubiquitous (and functionally accurate, if morally preposterous) epithet by which the value of their lives, and the possibilities for their futures, are measured and weighed by an often hostile and callous public: "illegal."

I say this insulting term is "functionally accurate" because the U.S. government has made these immigrants outlaws, in the most expansive sense of the word: not only are they constantly faced with the threat of deportation and of state or vigilante violence, but they are denied almost any legal status whatsoever; they are outside of the law, though they are not safe from its reach. They are forced to live outside of the law, and thus lack its protection-but have perhaps better reason to fear catching its attention. This essay will explore the nature of violence that at once alienates the undocumented from the law and binds them to it, referring, where appropriate, to historical examples of other "outlawed people," particularly fugitive slaves in the 1850s. I take up several of Giorgio Agamben's insights on the nature of the sovereign to flesh out the relationship between law and outlaw, and incorporate the writings of Étienne Balibar and Elaine Scarry to explain this relationship and …

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In an Octopus' Garden at the End of the World The California two-spot octopus My cat is dying. My beloved Figaro—a slight, jet-black cat we got at a local animal shelter about a decade ago (when he still bore the ill-fitting name "Washington") — has an

unidentified mass growing in his digestive tract. He's on steroids and anti-nausea meds, to slow or possibly reverse the mass' growth and to treat his accompanying vomiting, respectively, but over the last few months he has lost a lot of his former weight and energy. The vet gave him about 6 months to live about 6 months ago.

The octopus stands out as a particularly potent and tragic example of perimortem behaviors encoded by natural selection. "ITlhe final days of a female octopus after it reproduces are quite grim, at least to human eyes," writes Matt Wood for UChicago Medical in a review of a 2018 paper in the Journal of Experimental Biology shedding light on the death process of the California two-spot octopus (Octopus bimaculoides). "Octopuses are semelparous animals, which means they reproduce once and then they die. After a female octopus lays a clutch of eggs, she quits eating and wastes away; by the time the eggs hatch, she dies. In the later stages, some females in captivity even seem to intentionally speed along the death spiral, banging into the sides of the tank, tearing off pieces of skin or eating the tips of their own tentacles.""

Many more people besides are throwing their lives away carelessly, between road rage deaths and people who refuse to mask or get vaccinated. People eagerly call for this place to be bombed and that place to be invaded, for these people to go without food or water or shelter. People are killing kids for playing pranks or just for pulling into their fucking driveway. Noble deaths, tragic deaths, reckless deaths, hateful deaths, jealous deaths, vengeful deaths, random deaths... Just so much death. How do we create a world that invites our continued participation in life, that nourishes and empowers and allows us to take full advantage of what ought to be the most marvelous gift: a mind from the clay! The heretofore unfeeling, unthinking universe finally being able to enjoy itself. That would be wonderful. I think about such a world often, even though I can barely imagine it.

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For two years we have watched the millions of Palestinians in Gaza endure some of the most vicious horrors of the 21st century. Millions of tons of rubble are all that is left of so much of Gaza's infrastructure, homes and important cultural sites, while the fuel and equipment to clear the rubble and rebuild have been blocked from entering by Zionist authorities and their collaborators. An unknown number in the thousands of people remain buried where they died, crushed under their falling homes or starved and suffocated while waiting for rescues that would never come. A million children have been repeatedly traumatized, displaced, and starved. The whole Strip has been without adequate medical care since long before October 7, 2023, and two years of famine, disease and bombardment have left indelible marks on the physical and mental health of everyone in Gaza, particularly on growing children. Gaza now has by far the world's largest population of child amputees. These all constitute…

The absence of war alone is not peace. The fighting can be stopped temporarily by international fiat and by the exhaustion of bodies and weapons, but if the political injustice underlying the fighting is not corrected, then we know there will always be more fighting. The existence of "Israel" has always been and must always be dependent on the genocide of Palestinians, and all the smirking, useless talk of a "two-state solution" by politicians and organizations in the West is just that: talk. In reality, peace is going to require decolonization, which has only been arrested in Palestine compared to the rest of the world (where at least formal decolonization has largely taken place since the 1960s) because of "Israel's" special ability to claim, falsely, the legacy of the Holocaust as its raison d'être and to weaponize claims of antiSemitism against any anti-colonial criticisms. The genocide has seriously undermined the apparent legitimacy of these tired…

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Bloodsuckers: The Vampire-Bite of Capital

"There is a mirror, and the commodity form is also this mirror, but since all of a sudden it no longer plays its role, since it does not reflect back the expected image, those who are looking for themselves can no longer find themselves in it. Men no longer recognize in it the social character of their own labor. It is as if they were becoming ghosts in their turn. The 'proper' feature of specters, like vampires, is that they are deprived of a specular image, of the true, right specular image (but who is not so deprived?)." - Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx When reports came out last year that tech billionaire and venture capitalist Peter Thiel was interested in injecting himself with the blood of young people to keep from aging, the story-true or not—wasn't as hard to believe as it probably should've been. Thiel's own history of funding research into anti-aging technology contributed to its plausibility, but the idea of an obscenely wealthy man using the blood of the poor to extend…

To Karl Marx, the cynical and macabre antics of the superrich would have been less interesting than the power dynamics behind them, and whether or not he would have called Thiel himself a vampire, he would-and, in fact, did-say that of the economic system that spawned Thiel. "Capital is dead labour," Marx writes in Volume I of his magnum opus Capital, "that, vampire-like, only lives by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks. The time during which the labourer works, is the time during which the capitalist consumes the labour-power he has purchased of him." That the vampire analogy isn't just a bit of exaggerated imagery is borne out by the fact that Marx employs it numerous times in other writings-and twice more in just the same first volume of Capital. "The prolongation of the working day beyond the limits of the natural day, into the night, only acts as a palliative. It quenches only in a slight degree the vampire thirst for the living blood of labour."

The analogy is correct for more reasons than the fact that the capitalist steals something from the worker as a vampire steals another's blood. There's something fundamentally vampiric about capitalism that can't be captured in the same way by the analogies "leech" or "thief" (the latter arguably not even metaphorical). Nor would analogies that emphasize capitalism's unfeeling or inhuman nature ("zombie," robot," etc.) do justice to the full horror. To really crack open the coffin lid in the light of day and get a good look inside, we'll first have to go over some of Marx's terminology more closely, before using (in particular) Bram Stoker's Dracula as a point of comparison to the monster Marx describes. We'll find that "vampire-like" is possibly the only way Marx could've really captured the workings of modern capital in a single phrase.

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Kamala Harris would like to frame her campaign around the notion of "joy." Contrasting herself with Donald Trump's message of a United States in decline and his doom-and-gloom imagery, the Harris campaign aligns rather with the forces of good, with love and happiness and the feeling you get when you eat your grandmother's chocolate chip cookies and sugar and spice and everything nice. I saw a recent guest on Al Jazeera explain it this way: "If Donald Trump represents doomscrolling, the Harris/Walz campaign represents hopescrolling."

But joy isn't a state of moral goodness; it is an emotion, a feeling, arguably the real battlegrounds of this election, and I must offer another because I cannot speak of the Harris campaign without it: Disgust. Repulsion. Stomach-churning moral revulsion, the visceral negation-reaction to the unacceptable and threateningly unbelonging, perverse elements encountered in the world. The gag reflex can be triggered by the stomach or by the conscience-protective in both cases!-and seeing a war criminal campaigning around "joy" while raining Hell on Earth down on the survivors of genocide in Gaza provokes only the strongest feelings of sickness in me. Would that it were so simple as vomiting this unacceptable knowledge out of my brain.

Kamala "I'm speaking now" Harris dares to speak of "hope," "compassion, "democracy," about her vision for a supposedly brighter future, and worst of all: "joy." She helped murder the hope and joy of millions in Gaza along with (certainly by now) hundreds of thousands of civilians, probably half of them children. Her enthusiastic membership in a genocidal administration, her gleeful taking of the torch from the war criminal Biden-one of the most deeply reviled and deeply evil men alive today-makes her culpable. Her campaign is the death of compassion, her policy toward "Israel" the denial of democracy for millions of Palestinians, survivors of genocide for eleven months and for 76 years, in Gaza and the West Bank and the rest of Palestine. She intends to continue the essential US support for the most brutal apartheid regime the world has ever seen, in Palestine—a hellish vision of the future.

Calling all of this "hypocrisy" feels inadequate. It's more disturbing than that. I don't feel disgust because Harris is saying one thing while doing another; that almost goes without saying in US politics. What disgusts me is that her supporters don't even see it as true hypocrisy. They do feel joy at these things. Harris must be speaking of the "joy" of a mass murderer who's gotten away with it and plans to kill again, the self-righteous joy of true zealots as they soak their swords in blood. These butchers. It's absolutely sickening that anyone can let themselves take pride in any of this without feeling deep, unshakeable and irreversible shame. I guess we'll see. But it's clear that Harris supporters live, or want to live, on another planet where up is down, good is bad, wrong is right and all things are permitted in the service of empire. Where the murder of innocents is something joyful. A complete moral inversion.

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After Kamala Harris became the nominee, I criticized her, as l'd been doing, for her role in a genocidal administration, her role in selling this genocide to the public. It was apparent early on that the administration intended to make her the kinder face of genocide, having her be the first to say "ceasefire" (although I'll never forget, nor should anyone!, that she followed it with a long pause and then added, "...for at least six weeks..") and expressing sympathy for Palestinians in vague, noncommittal terms we're all familiar with. What I didn't know was how well it was working on everyone. Over and over again, my criticisms are now met with a constant refrain: I have committed the dreaded sin of doomposting. The corollary to "doomscrolling" - that is, scrolling through stories and posts about the fact that the world is ending (but with a negative connotation that seeks to blame the individual for engaging in it) - doomposting is creating what doomscrollers scroll through.

If this all strikes you as particularly stupid, you're not the only one. I had this to say about it a while ago: "Doomposting" is a stupid thing to say unless someone's refusing to admit reasonable hope into their analysis. The world provides the doom; we all feel it. Let's not pretend it's only the fault of people trying to talk about it! Like "eco-anxiety, it individualizes the systemic. I've been accused of this many times over the last day or two because I'm not all-in for Kamala Harris, which speaks to the term's potential for counterrevolutionary abuse. Like what a coincidence that, when we need to talk about these things most, a new taboo appears! Dangerous. Obviously, there's a style of posting that I find unhelpful that's just boom-boom-boom, horror after horror without any indication that there's anything to be done about it. But there's a lot to be done! Sticking our heads in the sand right now is what will actually doom us. It's as if bumming people out is what's going

to hurt people, and not the many things actually hurting people and actually bumming out anyone who's paying attention. Reassigning blame to preempt any productive conversations that might convince people of the need for change. There's research to back me up on this! It turns out that we're all supposed to be feeling not-good about the state of the world. A University of Bath study found that showing people footage of wildfires and other alarming climate change-related phenomena unsurprisingly increased their "eco-anxiety" levels... but that this further led to action, so long as it was not presented as hopeless. That is: doom-and-gloom imagery actually prompted action when it wasn't presented in such a way that the viewers felt hopeless. Hope was the key that turned fear into action.

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The Name of the Father I prayed to God when I was young but he had his own problems He was rewriting his commandments and it was not going well He was practicing his godly voice and berating himself for every stutter He was appearing in all his glory before a full-length mirror, ashamed of his nakedness He was scrambling to clean up after his miraculous accidents but there were too many and more happening each moment He was begging his worshippers to please, speak one at a time, and softly, or better yet shut up so he can listen for his own thoughts, if they should come He was trying to work up the nerve to call his estranged son He was curing his hangovers with holy spirits He was procrastinating in mysterious ways He was calling out his own name, in vain He was filling his pockets with rocks so

heavy he could not lift them and walking with resignation into the unparted sea He did not die He cannot die God prays to me now from the watery deep haltingly, not wanting to bother me God prays to me now mumbling excuses for his impossible job God prays to me now defeated and terrified of my mundane, living judgment God prays to me now asking for forgiveness asking not to be forgotten God prays to me now and I thusly answer: It is all good. It is all known. Your sins will be forgiven. Your existence will be remembered. Your works are great and terrible. Your creation sparks and sputters and

belches its quickening and unstoppable and irrevocable expansion across space and time with no goal but with a sealed fate and will join you in the crushing quiet of the bottom of the ocean of oblivion one day where you and I will be reunited where you and I will embrace where you and I will rest and the arrogance of our ridiculous sins will buoy them up out of our exhausted and indistinguishable corpses swirling and mixing together beyond recognition and carried off by the currents to the true forgiveness and what neither of us began will finally end.

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Fake Plastic People Microplastics are everywhere. I mean everywhere. Plastic doesn't biodegrade easily, one of the things we first liked about it so much, and theoretically it can continue to break down to the molecular level as it persists in the environment. Microplastics (and the smallest of them, "nanoplastics") have been found on the highest mountain and in the deepest...

What will the effects of this be? We have virtually no idea, but it's not going to be good. This is the age of plasticization: becoming life-sized plastic Barbie dolls, tragic living monuments to our love of commodities and our hubris, each our own private dump, bodyfills of waste. Humans no longer merely produce plastic, but are produced by it. We are Homo plasticus, inscribed with the proof of our inseparability from the nature we pollute and exploit, polluting and exploiting ourselves in the process, collapsing the subject-object relation. Alienation from our own bodies. Capital is a jealous god that demands the highest sacrifices from us. Like a blood pact, now the same fossil fuels flow in all our veins. How can we fight what beats in our very hearts and burrows into our own minds? Through dark sorcery, we have brought plastics to life in our own living bodies.

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Many readers will be familiar with the claim that rats given access to morphine will self-administer the drug to the point of death, forsaking food and sex in favor of the morphine, which is indeed what some studies found. In the late 1970s, Bruce K. Alexander designed a study to test his suspicion that those earlier studies had produced the very conditions explaining this phenomenon by keeping rats in small, isolated metal cages. The resulting "Rat Park" studies were conducted in a large space, with toys and wheels for play and exercise, and ample room for mating and socializing. The results of the studies seemed to confirm Alexander's hypothesis: the rats showed little interest in medicating themselves to death when in a supportive environment that met their basic needs.

The legacy of these studies is hotly contested, and it would be overstating the case to suggest that environmental stressors are the only tactor in the development of addictions. But it points to an important truth: that drug use, particularly that which turns into addiction, is very often self-medication of distress that may have clear environmental causes. So what kind of cage do we find ourselves living in, here at the brink of global calamity? I can't do this project in a halt-baked, uncommitted way. I have a right to retain the privacy I want to. But my feeling is that, if I can't be honest about my own mental health, what's the point of doing a project called Losing Our Minds at the End of the World? So I'm going to talk about what's been happening with me recently. Major trigger warning on what follows; depending on where you are in your recovery, my experiences could be triggering, and that's the last thing I want to do. And I'm well aware that I will face criticism and judgme…

...l've now relapsed, as is so common in recovery, and I speak to you now, unfortunately, through the rolling fog of alcohol. However, in dialectical fashion, it has revealed some deep truths to me which I wish to commit to writing lest I forget them: I don't want this-for myself, or anyone else. The question is always: do you take this world as it is, with all its joys and horrors, or do you renounce it and run from it into the siren arms of anesthetization, whatever form that might take for you? weep and rage for the horrors of this world, for the babies I see torn limb from limb in Gaza and the babies who go hungry in my own country, and every other nightmare caused by our ruling class and the fact of being embodied creatures in a world of violent reality. And it would be easy to blame my drinking and mental health on the state of the world; indeed, there's certainly a lot of truth to that. But still-what may be the miracle of life itself, my ability to say this to you, since I don…

And I know the promises of an addict mean so little, but still, I promise you all and myself that I am done. Come what may, I will face it without alcohol. This moment is too important for illusions of any kind. Come what may, my life means more to me than the annihilation of my senses, than a pleasant haze of bullshit nonsense induced at the expense of my health and potential. I hope it can mean more to the world than that. I want more. And, in taking advantage of this compromised state one final time, wherein the tears flow freely and I seem a good deal more naked emotionally, I want to express my deep, deep love for you all. Even the ones of you I don't know personally-my heart aches and beats and bleeds for your joy and prosperity. I don't know how else to say it, but nothing human is alien to me-no one, at least, leaving aside the true butchers and monsters who have abandoned their humanity. My comrades, the ones whose hearts tremble at every injustice: Thank you for your company…

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Dying in America What an American way to die! The fear of other people and the fear of dying alone. What an American way to die! In a hospital room with the meter running. What an American way to die! A million souls raptured out of their clothing on their way to work and only we unworthy remain in "a tight labor market." What an American way to die! Choking up the reds for your white sheets and blue gown. What an American way to die! Another lamb slaughtered and the stock market goes wild, frothing with bloodlust and frenzy, cash falling from the hospital ceiling like a game show. What an American way to die!

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