Dispatches has received a communique from an anonymous collective called OBU, announcing a sixteen-part Manifesto. The group has stated that it intends to send Dispatches one section every week over the next four months. The Manifesto apparently meditates on the current conjuncture and calls for the formation of a diffused cultural resistance of a brand new kind. The Manifesto as a whole is entitled OBU Manifestos 1-14 (Plus Two OBU Interludes). Past sections of the manifesto can be found under our Dispatches section tab, where they will be archived as they arrive.  

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OBU Interlude 1   

The end is slow. 

The end is onrushing.   

Everyone’s lives go on just the same, pretty much,   except with new rules that say, mind your business and don’t mess with it, and you’ll be alright.   

But it’s out of your hands now.   

If you fall through the floor now, it’s a long drop.   

An hour is still an hour, a day still a day, a year is a year.   

But other measures fly through our bodies.   

As we age in biological time, so slowly it seems (then slowly and too fast), the hurricanes of social time burst our levies and smash our houses.   

And as we live our lives in a historical time whose truly significant changes we don’t know how to register, our bodies decay and we are gone.   

What’s happening most quickly is happening slowly.   

The change in the climate – it moves as slow as can be, a little bit this way a little bit more that way, and soon it will be here.   

It’s happening slowly and it’s here now.   

It’s now.    

But it can’t be part of the news; the news is only what happens fast.   

Unless there’s a disaster.   

And there’s always a disaster, there’s always been disaster.   

The more disaster, the more news. But what moves slowly is never news.    

Or which of the signs or symptoms will tell us that democracy is finally, truly gone?