A short text I wrote in probably 2001: Crappy Tools I just write/express something. I know it has no meaning to anybody who could read it. Probably not. And maybe that is not even really important. I don’t really understand how “our” language works. Some things are felt as important when one hears or reads them. Must have something to do with the relevance something has for a human. The human machinery is totally powerful and makes everything apart form itself valueless. (…) It’s unnerving that whatever I’d like to say, I always use THEIR language to express my feelings…Continue readingCrappy tools, individual activism