Imagine sitting in your F/O’s lap. You feel the whole of your body supported against theirs. Maybe you lay your head in the crook of their neck against their shoulder. Maybe they put their arms around you. Maybe they bounce you teasingly on their knees.
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Imagine your F/O sitting on your lap. You support the whole of their body against yours. Maybe they lay their head in the crook of your shoulder and neck. Maybe you put your arms around them. Maybe you bounce them teasingly on your knees.
“Worst of all is that, having colonised almost every known corner of reality, capitalism convinces us that life itself is what’s awful. Which would be so much easier to believe, relinquishing us from the added strain of imagining what possibilities might lie beyond the existent. But some things can never be fully ground down, some truths – physiological rather than intellectual – never quite forgotten. As children, everything was so different: we promised ourselves we’d never become old, nor surrender our dreams. With the passing of time, though, those joyous days, in which all activity was but a modification of play, somehow receded into the distant past. Hammered out of us by the banality of routine, and the violence of constant stress, that youthful wisdom – the unashamed passion with which we approached every conceivable issue – slowly withered and died. As adults, most of us have totally forsaken the preciousness of life – not merely our own lives as individuals, but also of life itself. Yet it can always be rediscovered. Lying within each of us is a dormant truth, something so terrible, so revolutionary, that it threatens to demolish everything that makes the 21st century such a wretched affair: life is not merely something to get through. ”
