Rust and Stardust

xenakaaii:

Why is CTY so hard to describe?  What makes it so different from the rest of the world that we end up sighing, ending stories with “it’s just … I can’t describe it.  You have to go to understand it.”
CTY is a place where you can walk up and hug a stranger and they’ll hug you back.  And you can probably do the same with kissing.  
The CTY I knew was a place without hate and full of forgiveness and a genuine lust for understanding.  It was riddled with carefree teenage fools.  In the Shakespearian sense of a fool.
CTY is love without drama.  
It’s sexuality without sex.
And yet it is drama and it is sex.
Communism would work would that man were good and every man were a philosopher (in the sense that every man philosophized, not that he walked around teaching and starving).  But he’s not.  Capitalism assumes man is greedy.  It’s pathetic and miserable, but man does seem to be inherently bad.  Not all the time, but inevitably man is bad.
CTY is a successful communist experiment.  Existing within the fascist regime (apologies to non-CTYers because you’re totally going to miss this), we manage to survive and in fact to thrive in our own universe, oblivious to the world.  Even when we complain about the fascists, its just philosophical banter rather than actual concern.  We don’t truthfully care because our universe is silent and nothing else exists.
It’s the last stand of childhood.  Pure.  You can’t explain what it’s like to look through glass so pure that you can see through 20 miles of it.  You have to see it to understand.
I have successfully gotten nowhere.