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Let’s set the scene first. Nobody asked if you wanted to hold hands with a stranger. Or exchange breaths with your flight’s neighbour. It stinks of human flesh you never requested to smell; the lack of a personal sphere meant to become inevitable. Unbearable. Everything got stolen from you, and now you hate the world. Community. A sense of COMMUNITY. Please repeat after me — don’t let me be alone in this.
There’s been a blank here, in L’INSTANT+ sphere, in May precisely. Apologies but a new series was born in the meantime: Murmures poétiques. We’ve been detoxing, resetting, re-focusing *BULLSHIT! Trying to grasp where the trash is ending. YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT. In our eyes, ears and mouths. For real. No meaning is left to find, and it pains me to write it down. The material self. People desensitise it and make of it what they please. Almost as if it was digital only. Hanging pictures on decrepitated walls; that'll do it. You could have predicted it. But sadly, you didn't and doommily kept on scrolling. 3h20 daily? Your brain might well be the size of a pea. Mine too, probably.
Sometimes I wonder what they’re thinking, looking so sad or exhilarating. *Or dead when I really lean into it.
— There’s a hole in your soul.
— I didn’t think I would have any control…
I didn’t think. Where it screams “abruti.e”. How can such a concept even exist. Not thinking. #zombies
|| STRAIGHT LINES || How could we accept curves and detours? Optimisation is a must to feel part of something. Similar to Alcoholics Anonymous, if I see you, you most definitely see me, right? RIGHT?! Affirmation, reward and recognition. A well-accepted orgy where ego’s licking is necessary. Without it, there is no point in living. Because we do live to make others happy, don’t we?
Everything has to be linked to gender, even ecology. Everything and anything that can help one increase the quota of value signalling. As if the gesture of care belongs to the female realm only.
— Why is capitalism claimed to be male?! Men don't maintain anything? Ever? Weird. What does providing for their families embody then? So, you’re saying women are the symbol of life.
— They give birth, yeah.
— Therefore are more important than men? Without men, though, no semen. No life in women. Does this statement work in reverse as well as you'd like it to? We're relatives of the world. Not superior to the world. The world is burning, our brains shrinking, and we have to artully exhibit natural catastrophic scenes to bring awareness and help people feel more educated. Most in the audience might not even realise that the voice-over clashes with the visuals.
— Who listens anyway nowadays?
It's like marketing created an out-of-this-world surrealistic dimension. A parallel place and time where all selves mutually masturbate. Ending up sharing nothing of substance mostly to speak non-sense and feed into useless cravings for empty aesthetics. Let's stop lying to ourselves. Shall we? +
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