ribbons of our respective worlds dance together in the same cattail grass how often will we glimpse it?
to exist in a moonbeam above the crater, to be alone, to have the distance, to survey the overall shape of the impact, to tell the difference between form carved out by ordinance and simple landscape, it would be hard to express, in fact i am having difficulty right now expressing. but still the height of time and weight of dust expands and pangs keep finding us, i have a feeling it's a lifetime's curse. their jovial apathy then, i mean you know too. it is too much to bear
class analysis, anti-imperialism, do them both in berlin, do them both in new york, tongue-in-cheekly, "oops-or-sadly-i-too-am-complicit"ly, be consumed, be consumed and beat around the bush, beat around the bush, guilt threads you into a circulation's needle, it will embroider you neatly into the fabric of the flag, the blood, the whites, the bruise, be ready to talk, prepare your references, your list of shows, be a good student for the institution, have the money ready, be a good student and have the money ready, it will not feed a person here, it will not feed 100 families here, everyone is involved with a medium, it is physical, you will be multidisciplinary, cross-media, as long as it can sell, as long as you can sell
fields of struggle
soul is rended in twain I do my diligences, how much of I remains I lose my mind, I listlessly I'm meaningless and chrysalis it's fine and normal for us deranged post colonial lost, defanged whatever man, everyone's ready to buy a sling give some money for release Our rage will dissipate again
seems weird to care so much about "pop culture", oscars, hollywood films etc. western hegemonic superstructural products, and trust its institutions and the ppl that make it up to reflect anything good / And in the same breath denounce the imperial core for what it is and what it exacts to the people of this cursed earth.. this critique is also levied at the subcultures, it's all white world here
finally put thumbnails up for the video pages, the last time i had thumbnails must've been in 2018 or 2019, i stopped using thumbnails at the time probably because of some half-forgotten aversion to "moodboardification" but it doesn't really matter anymore
i know already that i will wake up in honest despair in some pitch of 3 or 4. i set myself up for it in a ceremony of saving time by pulling it into the past. cold seeps dutifully, reliably, rusting and sandlike, frictionless between the curtain and the blind, instead of rushing through from another purchase of all the moon's light, but at this point i doubt it would've helped, i joke often and so casually about being shot by rays, aren't we all? what would otherwise ease a center rounded out by the debt of virtue lost to every decision building a legend of our agency? will it amount to the same wool and plastic over our head when it was decided that was enough to hide the annihilation