The fiction writer has started identifying with terrorists. She is waging a war on the Internet, though she knows she’s lost.
Still, she posts snippets of poetry like antistate propaganda, writes pert prose pieces with subliminal messages subversive towards political and social institutions she finds reprehensible. She posts pictures of red roses lit with their own light like Molotov cocktails, hydrangeas with blossoms like bombs going off in urban areas.
In the war against reality – which is politics – she sides with beauty: beauty which is truth. She never understood why the critics waste their time on bad writing like bad writing was dangerous.
Bad writing is not dangerous.
Good writing is dangerous.
But she doesn’t even want to be dangerous. She just wants you to stop – think. Then, for a moment: stop thinking.
*Breathe*
Be blessed by whatever you do or don’t believe in. The most effective weapon against content is contentment.
Be content.
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And now, onto the next thing in your feed.