“I can’t breathe!” is more than the last gasp of a black American dying under the knee of a white policeman.
I can’t breathe because of our fetishism of the internal combustion engine.
I can’t breathe because the Westminster state in kneeling on the throat of my local community.
I can’t breathe because the cultural experiences I hope to find are smothered by the smog exhaled by the communications media.
I can’t breathe because the big retail companies stifle my voice as a consumer, telling me that “there is no market” for what I want.
I can’t breathe because the art market filters out too many opportunities for fresh creativity in the world.
I can’t breathe because my faith is struggling under the stifling burden of bad theology.
I can’t breathe!