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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
In interdependence
Not a short-term one-bed with exhausting prices that never rest, just waits recurse from the next to the next
Their fragility felt
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
If this Machine is so clearly bleeding out
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
Itself a time-altering parasite
Conforming life from everything and everyone
And turning it into pain stoked values
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Capital is a time-parasite
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Like trails and paths over bodies
A body
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Persisting past being the "problem"
Temporal inequalities
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
Shattering ableist complacency
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Over a crip horizon