Everyday life has not always organised. For that to be accomplished, it was necessary first to dismantle life, starting with the city. Life and the city have been broken down into functions, corresponding to “social needs”. The office district, the factory district, the residential district, the spaces for relaxation, the entertainment district, the place where one eats, the place where one works, the place where one cruises, and the car or bus for trying all that together are the result of a prolonged reconfiguration of life that devastated every form-of-life. It was carried out methodically, for more than a century, by a whole caste of organisers, a whole grey armada of managers. Life and humanity were dissected into a set of needs; then a synthesis of these elements was organised. It doesn’t really matter whether this synthesis was given the name of “socialist planning” or “market planning”. It doesn’t really matter that it resulted in the failure of new towns or the success of trendy districts. The outcome is the same: a desert and existential anemia. Nothing is left of a form-of-life once it has been partitioned into organs. Conversely, this explains the palpable joy that overflowed the occupied squares of the Puerta Del Sol, Tahrir, Gezi, or the attraction exerted, despite the infernal muds of the Nantes countryside, by the land occupation at Norte-Dame-des-Landes. It is the joy that attaches to every commune. Suddenly, life ceases being sliced up into connected segments. Sleeping, fighting, eating, taking care of oneself, partying, conspiring, discussing, all belong to the same vital movement. Not everything is organised, everything organises itself. The difference is meaningful. One requires management, the other attention – dispositions that are incompatible in every respect.

To Our Friends – The Invisible Committee (via communize-anarchy)