There is one particular paradox we must resolve: those who do the most damage also have the most to lose…
When I am sad and feel lost, I read the Berlin Graffito from my notebook.
We have had many conversations, with the Others and more Others. I wonder, Shevek, if you are right.
We talked half the night. There were strange noises on the street, I was restless. The limitations of this world were cutting off my breath. I held the urn for a long time. Millions of voices. They feel warm. They carry this incredible possibility, they need to be heard.
I watch as security guards control other people who are supposed to be from other nation-states. Nation states… what an absurd construct. Lines drawn on paper, limiting living spaces, restricting movement, life chances. Feudalistic structures that for some reason do not need any legitimation here…
I met someone. I would have liked to tell him more. But we should not trust anyone, it is too important. Tomorrow I want to try to get into the vehicle and check for messages. Our lawyer will get us a radio, but Shevek needs the Rhizomat transmitter urgently.
Slowly, some things become clear to me. The truth is discreetly hidden behind a wall. A supermarket shelf is an interface to a gigantic network of supply chains, payment systems, advertising industries, logistics apparatuses, software, container ships, military protection of transport routes, all the way to the farthest reaches of production, working conditions and distribution.