To The Utopians (first letter)
| Can we look after each other? How do you manage it without managing anything? Is the world the way it is because of people like me? Am I prevented from being myself because of the world as it is? Am I you before emancipation? |
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| Do we need to be selective? Are some of us monsters? Are others held hostage? When does a selector become monstrous? Who selects selectors? |
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| If any of you wrote me a letter, would there be this many questions in it? |
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| What is crime without want? Shame without taboo? Beauty without ugliness? What is cherished without knowing sorrow?
How are you anything at all? |
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| Is selfishness innate? What happens when money and property are forgotten? Was Lenin right? Are you a fantasy? Does indifference to personal gain require forced cultivation? |
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| Can we be punished to fit? Corrected for inclusion? |
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| What can be good when nothing is bad? What becomes of us when the struggle is over? When Justice reigns? |
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| Perhaps it’s no wonder that you’re no place at all, but I still wonder constantly.
Can we look after each other? I choose to try. |
| jeremy |
