Margins

How thin, the veil between critical thinking and the total system.

One false step, one missed shot, one mangled interview and you spiral down into the brokenness of the United Status of Chimerica. The morbid symptoms of imperial collapse are multiplying -- plutocrats who prattled endlessly about market discipline while indulging in the biggest, most irresponsible credit bubble in recorded history, health insurers whose business model is to deny health care to the sick, elites who prattle endlessly about freedom while building the biggest prison-system of all time, the savaging of education and social services while trillions are pissed away on failed neocolonial wars. These days, you can feel the geopolitical riptide carrying an entire society out to sea.

But that's not a reason to despair, but a reason to fight for the things which give us life. Those things can be as complex as Adorno's message in a bottle, or as simple as the sight of a child laboriously hand-copying its first written word. They are the things which are cast off, excluded, dismissed -- the things at the margins. They shimmer, just out of reach of the prison-house of neoliberalism, their surfaces edged with the faintest shadow of what could be.

I can hear it in the best transnational hip hop.

I can see it in the best transnational video.

I can feel it in the best transnational videogames.

The heartbeat of the Resistance.