When Aulikki Oksanen said "ei synny rakkautta ilman oikeutta, ei synny oikeutta ilman taistelua, ei taistelua ilman yhteistä rintamaa" I felt that
( approx. translation of the title : There will be no love without justice, no justice without a fight and no fight without a united front )
This is a study on
(my) body in conflict,
in protest
and in confinement
(in Stockholm, Sweden).
How am I supposed to do this? I can't stage life. I can't recognize the world anymore. My eyes don't see what is in front of me, I'm no longer seeing you, nor am I a reflection.
I'm a feed of images, a dreamer in high heels who lives in your nightmare and in twitch chat.
and I want to die for your cause, but I want to live and I'm in Sweden what can I do? I wanna escalate, I want societal change like who the fuck really wants capitalist imperialism like people think that immigrants threaten them more that psycho billionaires and I'm sick and tired of people complaining about activists stopping the traffic or painting government buildings ughh like the government is complicit in climate crisis, the genocides and on top of that the domestic politics are also going to shit I'm losing my mind they might as well paint the whole inner decor and walls with blood and it still wouldn't reflect the blood lust of these people well enough I'm so mad and the world is burning, the forests are burning and the floods in Florida and Bangladesh and
Choose your fighter:
Sit down for a long time .
Buy more shit?
Ahhhhhh organize! Join union
Thank you,
Palestine movement (in Stockholm)
The student protest movement (in Stockholm)
My class and our teachers and staff especially Zoë, Karin MJ and Karin H, Tove and Ingela
Author: Riikka Lyra
Performers: Riikka Lyra and Aymara Von Borries, Malla Aaltonen and Aino Vartiainen
Sound: Orvokki Oittila and Jesse Ojajärvi
Light: Olle Axén
