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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Their fragility felt
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
If this Machine is so clearly bleeding out
Of infinite wealth and endless expansion
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
Itself a time-altering parasite
Conforming life from everything and everyone
Burning something you can't hold
Chronophagy
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Frictionless desire
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Like trails and paths over bodies
I was a body
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Persisting past being the "problem"
We will keep being here
Co-existing in our own crip times
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Time frozen for some
Because life affirmation costs too much
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Over a crip horizon