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A home for us together
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Their fragility felt
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
Of frictionless desire
Impossible to quit (why would you even want that, they would say)
The truth is that chrono-capitalism is incompatible with crip life
Conforming life from everything and everyone
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
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
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Like trails and paths over bodies
I was a body
A body
The horizontal ontology of pain
What we call survival is actually a moment when
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
Because futures mean to leave us behind
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
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light

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