
How can one defeat an enemy when being aware of that enemy means you have already lost?
There Is No Antimemetics Division by Qntm

Title: Alone
Fandom: Due South
Rating: G
Length: 300
Author notes: Written for Challenge 518 – Real
Summary: Things are different now.
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Whoever you thought you weren’t speaking to must’ve heard you after all. [loc. 607]
This is indeed connected to Gliff, but not in the way I think I expected. The roughly contemporary setting allows the characters -- Petra, her estranged younger sister Patricia ('Patch'), and Patricia's adopted daughter Billie -- to literally and figuratively protest the war in Gaza, and to tie society's lack of empathy to the Covid pandemic. ( Read more... )
I always think about the epic of Gilgamesh when I feel a bit demoralized ... if we remember that before it was written down on clay tablets by scribes, it was transmitted via oral culture, again for centuries, grandmothers or grandfathers telling it to grandchildren. It is actually much much older than we know. And I mention this for two reasons. First of all, the epic is unlike anything we have read. I mean, if Trump were to read the epic he would call Gilgamesh a loser because he's not a typical hero. He doesn't achieve anything. It's a story about failure. Friendship. Going into other peoples' lands and taking their things. At the end of the epic, he comes back having achieved nothing, having failed in everything, and yet he's a kinder person. So it's about the possibility of change. It's about our fear of death. It's about questioning what are we doing in this world with such limited lives?
But I like to think about the epic in a second way as well, because imagine: ever since this epic was told, and then written down, so many mighty empires have come and gone. So many strong men have come and gone. They have perished. And even the tallest architectural structures have crumbled into dust. But ... the poem, made of breath and made of words, has survived the tides of history, the genocides, the massacres, the warfare, the violence of history, and here we are ... thousands of years later, still remembering this poem and talking about it. To me, it shows that literature has a very gentle, very quiet, but amazing resilience to go beyond all the obstacles that are in front of it.