occupy stl
uy yuy yuy
went to bed after 8am after watching the live feed from denver.
stopped by occupy stl (downotwn) last night. still processing it.
one person had a drumstick* he’d picked up (i believe from someone else) that they offered to sell me. ”are you kidding?” was my response. didn’t quite have the energy to discuss resources in a community. *for drums
saw a person drawing by themsleves. they inspired me to pick up a pen when i got back to where i was staying.
one person asked me if they should make coffee. they had plenty and they wanted some, but were waiting for someone to tell them to. ah. there is a lot we have to unlearn. as someone who is not used to telling people waht to do, or even vocally asking for what i want, it felt very satisfying to help someone follow their own desire for action that in the end would help others as well.
talked to one person who shared their thoughts on the stars.
there was no one really “welcoming” folks to the campsite. we did arrive around 3am? so that is a possibility as to why.
i talked to a few people on benches outside. some people have been living in that area from well before the occupation started and they were in support of what the occupiers were doing, yet frustrated that they had had blankets, wheelchair and who knows what else stolen.
there seems to be a lack of understanding and communication. people need to be talking about intersectionality and start acknowledging their neighbors. pretending poverty will be eliminated simply by diving headfirst into a communal living situation is naive. there are health concerns, survival. there are people who do not have access to tents, shelter, or may be unaware that they access can (and is??) being provided.
it is only day 13 and it feels like a home for sure. i hope resources and food are cared for. saw a giant tub full of boxes of cereal, and i’m sure there is more as i dreamed about it this afternoon.
i was in a small town - i think i may have made it to colorado. mike short and a few nyc people were there. i was seeking out free food, as there were some places serving free food. i was also able to smoke (what i desired) in public without much worry. this is what is happening. small steps.
it shouldn’t matter whether or not the circumstances in the dream were “real,” they happened and i lived through them.
i am going to continue living in this “dream state” til we’re all living in it together.
