I’ve been thinking lately about the history of wheelchair design. The earliest depiction I know of is a vase painting, on an Attic red-figure kylix, of Hephaestus in a winged chariot, c. 525 BCE. Around the same period there are depictions of wheeled mobility devices (sans wings) in Ancient Greek and Chinese art.
Organic matter turns into compost when it breaks down.
After brewing my cup of tea, I place wet tea leaves into my kitchen’s compost bin along with other food scraps, which I later add to my garden’s compost.
Compost over compost.
Time over time.
I write these words at exactly one year of ongoing brutality and genocide in Gaza, during the 76th year of Zionist occupation of Palestine.
I can’t help but think of what else belongs in a compost bin.
Zionism.
Militarism.
Capitalism.
Colonialism.
Extractivism.
Expansionism.
What other words that end with ‘ism’?
Which outdated world views, ideologies, systems and structures belong in a compost bin? What skeletons and bones need to break down to birth something new?
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