Shit has been real crazy these last few weeks.
We had to take a step back and really figure out— what the fuck do we have to say?
What even is there to say?
Between the irreversible damage that’s been done to our water supply,
the deep understanding of complete betrayal from our “world leaders”. The genocides and concentration camps…
It’s overwhelming. It’s frustrating.
Part of me quite frankly wanted to hide in that exact igloo you see above and never come out.
But you know what, fuck that.
That’s exactly what these assholes want. They WANT us to feel depleted, to feel exhausted. Too exhausted to make noise, to rebel.
In times like this, one thing is abundantly clear, it’s imperative that we continue to live— loudly. We as individuals, as a community, as artists, as lovers, as fighters, we must continue to be as expressive as possible.
Reject the complacency thats being pushed upon us.
Documenting this experience through my eyes, my voice, seemed small at first. However, when we look back through all of the stories told throughout history, those seemingly “small” viewpoints culminated an entire picture that is impossible to erase.
There is no rule on who gets to write history.
(Although at times maybe there should be)
It’s time for us to use that rule to our advantage.
So take some time, find your igloo.
Then, join us as we continue to make the noise DT and the other facist piggies so desperately wish they could silence.
Period.
written by dira <3