This is a time of crisis, and it has been for some time. The contradictions of settler-colonial capitalism threaten to annihilate most of us: destroying nature, our livelihoods, and the bonds that hold us together, all the while that this same system insists that it and only it can deliver us prosperity. Life feels unsupportable but still we do survive it. We do this by forcing ourselves to hold two contradictory positions: the world is horrible and beautiful; this is all there is and this is not all there is; this is how things are and we must change them. As Beckett says: ‘I can’t go on. I’ll go on.’
