RAVEN MACK is a mystic poet-philosopher-artist of the Greater Appalachian unorthodox tradition. He does have an amazing PATREON, but also *normal* ARTIST WEBSITE too.
Perhaps America is cancelling itself, as the weight of actual humanitarian needs crush the weak safety nets put in place as performative "freedom" fibers, brightly spray-painted red, white, and blue, but torn and frayed for decades and held together by dollar store duct tape. But also, not really America, so much as the United States, which is a completely different entity entirely. The American continent(s) have existed long before any United States, and likely will exist long after as well, hopefully with people still walking around upon the topside (or at least living in tunnels underneath). There's a shitload of work to be done, you just might not get paid for it, at least not with money. But once we're actually building real shit that ain't just talking shit and referring to brochures from the 1950s, doing work that builds support for every body, that hopefully will be more fulfilling. Because even blessed as a dude who can work from home right now, pretending my job needs to go on, there's a real heart disconnect from what I am bound to call "work". We got shit all backwards.
A day full of mind worries, all the while knowing
my mind worries are less than other folks’. I hope you don’t have any fresh
wounds, and whatever scars you have are healing. I hope no infection is still
inside. I hope you are safe, and if so, I hope you are well. Rather than feel
hopeless, I’m sowing hopes like these. It bears slowly exponential fruit, in
that it’s hardly there, but as we keep sowing this shit, it starts to grow in that
way, and all of a sudden despite how all fucked everything might be, we’re
overflowing with an ability to be like “fuck it, just gonna do this shit anyways”.