Lev Lafayette's journal

The event was more flash-mob style absurdism than well thought out commentary, I believe. A kind of 'death could come to us as unexpectedly as encountering a rabble of pseudo-zombies in inner city Melbourne' feel was as coherent a message as I could divine. More thought would be appropriate in future, to my mind, but it may be that some participants find the very zombie-like lack of thought to be a large part of the appeal. I know that for me, there was a kind of grateful abandonment of the question 'why?' in deciding to participate in the shuffle, which probably says more about my own level of accountability fatigue than any lack of compassion for the suffering of others. Only on reflection did I closely question the 'point' and appropriateness of what was being done, so my comparison to death-celebrations is most likely a dodgy post facto psychological auto-immune defence against the discomfort of my conscience. Still, wryly, I stubbornly defy regretting it, as it was done in innocence.

Tagging reciprocated. Though I do multi-blog, and this is my newer and perhaps more salient blog.