At the point that you realize that the "scum", the suicidals and the killed ones of this world are the most alive, the most lively viberating figures of it, that's also the point that you realize its construct of values and its structural violence. We 've been destructed many times by the coldness in the eyes of the people around, we 've been destroyed slowly and brutally while experiencing the everyday death. From the dead time of wage labour, the sucking of every livelyhood from the automization of production, the freezing passionless gazes towards pain, from the miserable survival, the screaming encountering of the unknown in the mirror, to our transformation into information quantums for modern biotechnology, to the psychological depression and the sadness that totally locks the windows of pleasure, of playing, of genuine social interraction. A whole authoritarian complex is created, reproducing death, reproducing the authority of economy, of the state, the patriarchy, the nation, reproducing the values of submission, of self-enclosure, of social elevation, of producing normativities and stigmas.
