being unable to envision or embody arts outside of institutional backing and financing and the mfa cultural industrial complex is an elite capture of veritable alternatives to what would otherwise keep us in an endless lull of head nodding to what appears as alternatives, what in actuality reinforce the western hegemonic structure, its gaze, blah blah blah
unclear whether looking upward or downward
idk what i was trying to do, or am doing, or will do, who cares, it's fine, precious about nothing when nobody looks, a ridiculous delusion, not kid myself, be free together in knowing, no one
class division
attenuation of an alignment
meteorite house crater hover
tear stream stretching glisten cross cocoon glass
ribbons of our respective worlds dance together in the same cattail grass how often will we glimpse it?