between those who desire freedom and those who steal it from them . And this has little to do with the double row of bars blocking my window , with the triple layer of walls and gates surrounding this place . As one of the philosophical cadavers of the university has written in a not too distant history , “ prison continues , on those who are entrusted to it , a work begun elsewhere , which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline ”. This work however simultaneously continues inside and outside of prison ; prison is not “ external ” to society , it is simply another one of the many expressions of domination .
And in this pan-optical world every act of rebellion , whether it is robbing a bank or stealing a loaf of bread , is a negation of the omnipresent control imposed upon us , a deafening or barely audible No in the face of domination . Expropriation is merely one of the means in the vast array of those available to take back what is stolen from us on a daily basis – our self-determination , the freedom and possibility to construct our lives according to our own wishes and desires . With every act of rebellion we reappropiate our lives and dignity , with every act of rebellion we simultaneously negate the existing relations of power and oppression and affirm the ability to decide over our own existence . And although my existence is temporarily on hold – for this is not life – my heart beats far beyond these walls .
Love and solidarity to those in struggle everywhere , be it a deafening or a barely audible one .
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