In Memory of Aaron Bushnell
June 30, 1998 – February 25, 2024
In Memory of Aaron Bushnell Grief is an invisible tomb and cops come for the dying (as if the living weren’t enough) licking flames like death’s lapdog. But hope rages with another truth— Life is not meant to be a graveyard. Don’t buy their plot and built-in executioner. When you’re called, do you silence screens etching violent dreamscapes in your mind and follow orders to cough coffins midair? Or, do you face the sun— A blazing fury of paraffin hearts sweating sentences so devoted to peace punctuation is a collective breath without books to govern words or worlds and new ways to exist across them like paper discs between dripping wax and hands holding the spark of a prayer that, come night, still flickers and flares— Free Palestine!
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As morbid as it is, I'm grateful Aaron made his anger, grief, and desperation so loud. Thank you for continuing the legacy. Art and action feel so empty sometimes, but perhaps it's the vast potential for change that gets misunderstood as "empty". There's certainly an infinite amount of room for us all to grow. And create.
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