The Undying: Pain, vulnerability, mortality, medicine, art, time, dreams, data, exhaustion, cancer, and care

by Anne Boyer

Fuck white supremacist capitalist patriarchy’s ruinous carcinogenosphere would be a lot better, but it is a difficult slogan to fit on a hat.

If this were a work of philosophy, I would argue that the spectacle of pain is what keeps us from understanding it, that what we see of pain is inadequate to what we can know, that a problem with understanding pain at this point in history is the generalizing effect and market saturation of vision,

If suffering is like a poem, I want mine to be lurid, righteous, and goth.

The exhausted are exhausted because they sell the hours of their lives to survive their lives, then they use the hours they haven’t sold to get their lives ready for selling, and the hours after that to do the same for the other lives they love.