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If you are in/can make it to Montreal on February 17-18, consider registering for this year's Marxist Winter School! 100 years have passed since the death of Lenin, but he lives on in his writings and, to the best of our ability, in all of our work today. This is why the theme this year is "In Defence of Lenin." Hyped to meet new comrades and consider/discuss the revolutionary ideas and historical lessons of Lenin! See you there <3
Here lies a being older than humanity's definition of the infinite.
You will find it, bound and bleeding, covered in cloth akin to translucent, flowing flesh anchored to the bed of a dried river, and when you first see it, it'll do just as it always has and try to coax you home.
Thin hands and silken feathers and veins of gold and sapphire upon skin so worn it tears just from the effort it takes to reach you, it wears an ever changing face made up of everyone you'd seen in a dreams as it tries- and tries and tries and tries- to hum a hymn in a tongue that you might know this time.
But you can't understand it anymore, and a being of light and ichor cannot hear the words of a being of clay and thread.
So you do as you always do when your bones are woven into new flesh: you cut it free of its withered chains and you bind each would as safely in bandages as you can manage.
It's skin won't burn you anymore.
You've been refleshed so many times and so very often against your will that you are neither mortal nor divine
And far too soon for its satisfaction, the being of starlight and sweetened earth and radioactive ichor is cut free and you go back from whence you came.