Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto
I am human, and I consider nothing that is human alien to me
WHERE ARE WE?
We are at the end of the end of history. As climate breakdown rears its head, we also face crises in the cost of living, a pandemic, wars. The strife and insecurity that has beset those outside the imperial core is coming home. We are the first generation whose living standards and life expectancy will be lower than their parents.
WHERE IS OUR CULTURE?
Gazing backwards into the past or lovingly at its reflection - we write and watch, read and listen, sing and make, as if it were still the 90s and Labour were still cooing Things Can Only Get Better. The writers, journalists, and intellectuals of our time are either actively participating in and legitimizing the continuing immiseration of the world or navel-gazing in cloud castles. Art becomes ‘content’. You learn to commodify your every creative impulse; to turn it into another quick buck or clicks for your profile.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
We must say no. Fools think that once one condemns or criticizes or ridicules something they have achieved a distance from that thing. But we recognize that this world is our world - we cannot leave it. We can only transform it. So we must reckon with this world and this life, to engage and understand them in all aspects: as ridiculous, as terrifying, as exciting, as mundane, as opaque and as transparent as they can be. As it is known but never recognised and as it is recognised but never known. Through this we are not yet sowing the seeds of what is to come, but we are ploughing and tilling: we are doing spadework.
BURNER INTERNS, PAST & PRESENT
Lindsay 'the Femcel'
Nic 'Lizard' Roffey
Sebastian 'Sebastard' Sanchez