It’s not so much about resistance. There’s like, this idea, of something else, something greater in our minds passing simultaneously along with our shared reality, and when there is intense conflict between the two–the idea of life & the way of life– the machine stops. A loose bolt or screw becomes wedged somewhere in some gear of ours, of yours or of mine, or sometimes of collective society. And the machine still endures the reality of passing times: it rusts, layers of dust layer the growing rust & a normal decay occurs, just like it would had it been running, had it been more synchronized to allow forward movement. & whether the machine is still or redirected to danger or being unpredictable is a choice entirely. The choice here as I say there is is to go ahead with it. Perhaps you remove the loose nut, or perhaps you ask someone to help you remove it, or you remove the nut & ask someone to help you restart, or you accept the nut & the gears in which its caught and you say fuck it and go full force & grind that shit out of there, like goddamn if a few gears sacrificed is necessary then well okay then let’s get on with it I or we or you will build new, better ones or maybe we won’t but we’ll go ahead & die in the fight if we have to because rusting to death is still a fight but its a real shitty one, unlegendary, and depurposeful. You and I know there’s purpose to the machine, our machine, theirs or yours or mine, or ours, to the machine. Or maybe, or maybe this machine we are talking about is the nut or the loose bolt or screw to be wedged in the other machine. It’s sole purpose being to break the other one or at least fuck it up real good if the other’s like, “fuck it full throttle!” Or maybe it’s not the fighting type & it just chooses to quit and decay. & maybe our machine is the infectious type. 352. Like the internet, as if it were the other machine, it having been designed to do so much more than lock small & big minds into a vacuum of surface scratching knowledge & visuals, as if the master designer had planned for it the same kind of news & country & fear & violence of its previous state in the television, as if the fear of things being wedged into the way things are & preventing things from staying the same as we watch the Earth get older & lives stiller wedged or unwedged.