I ran across one of my favorite assertions as street art the other day, and it seems to pair nicely with a quote that I also ran across recently.
I also ran across an old friend yesterday, who observed in our meandering conversation that people long extra hard these days for connection and yet are extra incapable of it. The ever-more-alienating and scary social conditions work extra hard to break down that possibility.
Love and/as friendship — connection and/as intimacy — are not immune to being co-opted, commodified, stolen, shattered, de-potentialized, broken, mutilated, murdered off. They are not immune to being forced “into line” so that they become hollow versions of themselves; they are not beyond seeming an isolated refuge, however dysfunctional, rather a source of collective, brave resistance and reconstruction.
So much is working against us, the us inside that trusts itself to love, befriend, connect, be (inter)vulnerable, again and again, including the pain that comes along with feeling. Yet somehow, reminding ourselves to continually “remake anew,” to “not just sit there,” seems the work of remaking self and society anew.
“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
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(Photo by Cindy Milstein, common sense versus commodification, street art, Tiotia:ke / “Montreal,” August 2015.)