seed

video games were forged
in the belly of imperial ecocide

cave maps for mind control
screen worlds for space war

this world must end
you share the guilt of blood spilt
dow chemical kills mangrove kin
opium fields changing names
gas hubs for green jobs
whale corpse for oil lamps
tungsten for computer light bulbs
roman algorithms for the new machine

destroying colonial weapons, too, is art
anything can become the enemy's
ammunition at a moment's notice,
even the truth.
how will you ensure your play can't?

play to hack reality
imagination as technology
make parallel lives converge
see the future in the past
to pull it into now

be careful what you echo
let go of settler joy
have you listened lately
to all the dead children?
the poisoned roots?

then you know this world must end.

and what are you doing, now,
to end this world?
so long as we draw breath
we hold the power

all games are rehearsals
sharpen your heart:

i swear 
to refuse to play along
refuse normalisation
refuse blood money from clean fronts
refuse erotics of mutilation
refuse controlled resistance

if i fail
let it be a gate
to better worlds

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notes and further reading (more to be added later):

• base text written in 2 hours on stolen Wurundjeri land for Manifesto Jam 2026.
• other manifestos I read while writing this: 
  • Against Gratitude by haraiva
    
  • WE MAY BE PAPER PEOPLE: a manifesto by lunran
  • A Game Is A Knife by Robert Yang
  • You Can Boycott Games, You Know by Léo
  • Please, Steal My Culture by baraho
• if you found this useful, consider a recurring donation to:
  • Black Peoples Union's Community Solidarity Fund
  • Bridge of Solidarity, an anti-capitalist mutual aid organisation in Al Mawasi, Khan Younis, Gaza.
• tagline from Hortense Spillers (1987), Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe, p. 68
• cover image from Tumblr user erdapfel, posted in early July 2012. the post text is as follows: found this leafie yesterday. a leaf miner travelled all thru it, see? near the stem of the leaf, where the trail is so thin, that’s when it was a baby-baby. then it navigated through the leaf, eatin the leaf’s tissue as it went along, so the trail grew bigger with its body and then it broke out at the end of it. i think it was a phyllocnistis hyperpersea moth larva babie. i feel very fuzzy in my heart.