I have a friend.
She just wrote me a long letter about the revolution. When I´m in Denmark we usually end up down by the beach where she takes off all of her clothes and go swim in the ocean whereas I sit on the beach, a hundred years old, drinking coffee.
Leaving Denmark made me think a lot of about Denmark. Open landscape. Closed culture. These are the things that I miss tremendously: the beach and the beech trees.
My friend has an important job. Can´t tell you what it is. We talk about her job a lot as we talk about mine. Never thought I even had a job but it turns out that I do. It appears I´m a truth worker. My job is to gather the courage to introspect and look at the thousand truths, mutually exclusive, yet there they are.
Last couple of times we´ve met we´ve drunken red wine and sunken deep into the couches. “Shit. Man. This planet. This consumer culture….”, “We´re nothing but hypocrites”, “Come, let´s make a terror cell, let our terror cell be the ones that paint mustaches on all of the posters of the politicians”. We shift like that between hope and despair. We feel like we could do MORE. We feel like what we do is not ENOUGH. Never enough. A natural tendency towards self loathing, a self loathing that keeps us all in our places, this is how you kill the revolution.
Here you have two super short videos.
I share these videos because my friend wrote me a letter today and she told me something disturbing about the young people of our time and age. Seems that a lot of the young people have lost hope. That´s why they comply. They are too stressed out to even imagine growing their own food, they´re too tense to even imagine a change. That´s how you kill the young people.
And I´m thinking: “We can´t have that. We can´t have all of the young people loosing hope”. Enter the self loathing (“but who am I to do anything, I can’t do anything”). Stop. Realize.
It´s like litter. If you don´t pick up then who will?
If you don´t change then who will?
So enough of the self loathing. I won´t have it anymore.
This first video is called “Don´t look at me, look at that!”
This one is called “Once a showgirl always a showgirl”
See? I´m a showgirl. That´s just how it is.
And I come complete with friends. I tend to forget that. It´s not like I´m alone. I tend to forget that too.
There´s this whole movement of people rebelling and yelling and growing their own food, changing the world from the outside/in or the inside/out, we all do what we can with what we have and nobody is perfect anyways, chill.
This is another friend of mine. Her name is Persille. She´s a runaway showgirl like me but the show needs her. This is how she might feel about that:
… but that dosn´t change the fact that she is needed.
Some people are meant to dance whereas others are meant to sing. Happy birthday, Parsley girl! Rocket for the young ones 😉