Goodbye Chicago
I’ve spent a long thinking about work. One of the best posts I’ve read about this topic is by Moxie Marlinspike, an anarchist security researcher. He write in a blog about carrier advice:
As a young person, though, I think the best thing you can do is to ignore all of that and simply observe the older people working there.
They are the future you. Do not think that you will be substantially different. Look carefully at how they spend their time at work and outside of work, because this is also almost certainly how your life will look. It sounds obvious, but it’s amazing how often young people imagine a different projection for themselves.
Look at the real people, and you’ll see the honest future for yourself.
So I am leaving Chicago, for a new job. I’ve had discussions with comrades about who the people we are spending time with we wouldn’t mind becoming in the future. The names that I can come up with are some of the same people I will be working with on a daily basis, which makes me think that moving cross-country with only a cat and a backpack full of clothes isn’t as crazy as it seems.
But more generally, I think we have to ask ourselves hard choices like “am I truly happy?” Alfredo Bonanno writes “Each single one one of use believes we have been happy at least once in our lives”

It therefore becomes necessary for us to seek out joy and create it ourselves. We have many immediate tasks in front of us, including confronting the horrors of the current authoritarian regime while working on projects that bring us joy. To spend 40 hours in a cage, listening to corporate techies drone on about the flavor of LaCroix they like is to submit ourselves to a fate worse than death which is retreat and conformity to a system that needs dismantling. So I am choosing to act now, to bring about joy with our comrades, and build today the future we want tomorrow.
This is all terrifying. It’s okay to be terrified . Bonnano (a habitual bank robber) wrote the following about leaving prison in Locked Up:
The instant you get out of prison you have the sensation that you are leaving something dear to you. Why? Because you know that you are leaving a part of your life inside, because you spent some of your life there which, even if it was under terrible conditions, is still a part of you. And even if you lived it badly and suffered horribly, which is not always the case, it is always better than the nothing that your life is reduced to the moment it disappears.
I think there is something particularly liberating about this though. We can be afraid and remember that death is a train that is coming to us all anyways, so we might as well act now. There are things worse than death, which includes hopelessness, and resignation and giving up our lives to have it managed by bosses, cops, government bureaucrats and the managerial classes of Capital.

So I’m leaving Chicago. Our work will continue with the Lucy Parsons Labs, but from a bit further away. You’re all the best and have been one of the most fulfilling project I’ve ever worked on.
Goodbye to Malort. I hate everyone who drinks it.
Goodbye to my current friends who I made working at Evil Corp, you know who you are. Goodbye to the IWW GDC, you are some of the strongest and best comrades I know.
Goodbye Chicago Police Department. Fuck you CPD.
Goodbye to all my lawyers. There are so many of you to thanks for your support over the last years. Goodbye to my journalist friends. Please re-read Chomsky :-)
Goodbye to Mason, Brian, Travis, plussone, nwbtcw, all the comrades in Chicago, ghostofGalleani, stonedowl, and especially the people who I’ve spent years organizing and talking since 2012.
Goodbye to my family. 😿😿😿😿
To you who I’ll miss most of all: “Wanna watch Futurama?”
Aus Liebe Zum Volk.
Hurry to say No, before the new repression convinces you that saying no is pointless, mad, and that you should accept the hospitality of the mental asylum.
Hurry to attack capital before a new ideology makes it sacred to you.
Hurry to refuse work before some new sophist tells you yet again that ‘work makes you free’.
Hurry to play.
To Chicago, in the words of Killer Mike and El-P: Stay Gold
