En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
In interdependence
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Of frictionless desire
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Frictionless desire
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
I was a body
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
What we call survival is actually a moment when
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
Temporal inequalities
Because life affirmation costs too much
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
Our time is disposable all the of time
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
Autonomy
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
Stillness
Inaction
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Stretching like light upon light