I’ve heard it said that the night is darkest before the dawn. I used to think of this image as one of timing: when will the sun finally shine, casting away the long, dark night forever, inaugurating the new day of liberation? In that sense, the title would convey a call to action. But now I see it differently. Now, I know the sun will indeed rise tomorrow. But what kind of sun, and what kind of day will it baptize? Will its rays be cold and distant? Carelessly lukewarm? Brutally hot and indifferent to our sweaty death? Will they ricochet off a mirror, blinding us and breaking the glass in the process? Or will they perhaps reflect in a far-off twinkle on the horizon, revealing a destination long-since charted but now scarcely sought out? That is for us to decide.
We no longer have the luxury of hoping that tomorrow will be the dawn of freedom, for the political movement for international proletarian socialism has died out. But we must keep the embers of that hope alive. We must rekindle our yearning for freedom—and our intolerance for unfreedom—and use the left’s failure to build something new, something befitting our condition in the 21st century.
Yet this space cannot achieve that. All of it has already been said before. There is thus no obvious reason or need to read anything of what I write.
And yet we’re both here.
So, if you must know, this is a space for me to ruthlessly interrogate the things on my mind, and how and why I go about thinking about them. It is a purely in-house affair; that is, I’m writing about myself, to myself, and for myself. But I have left the door open and the windows uncurtained. Feel free to take a look inside. A word of warning, though: I will leave no stone unturned, no assumption safe from scrutiny, take no politically correct prisoners. Everything is on the table, because that is what the greatest tradition of freedom ever to emerge from class society has left to us.
Subjects consist of thoughts on the state of the contemporary left. I have a wide range of interests, annoyances, and spur-of-the-moment reactions, all of which cover a wide ground. Much of what will appear here has been rejected from other publications. You’ll have to judge if they were correct in refusing to publish me.
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