solidarity is a phantom concept.

i really appreciate these accidental friendships that seem to consolidate themselves into something larger with time.

you meet a lot of people in new york, millions of them everyday. in the anti-austerity rallies, union meetings, conferences, concerts, school bathrooms, parks, drag shows in brooklyn, subways...but rarely they stick around. they become something in the background of your reflection. and you forget their names the next time you seem them out of the original context.

yet perhaps its time. more and more of those people passing by start to stick around over late night politically-absurd low budget queer movies, over beers, conversations about the assimilationist neoliberal multiculturalism of the canadian state. they sort of stick on your mind for longer. and you think about them, you really appreciate having to know these people in your life, even in such brief moments.

i like to think that my consciousness is located in parts of these people. they make up the sense of my world. Vygotsky was right a long time ago, it's bullshift that there is any solitary individual existing in this world. we are all part of each other. it is that creepy.