En-crip-ing Time

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There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
A home for us together
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
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)
Itself a time-altering parasite
Conforming life from everything and everyone
As if we lived just to be exhausted
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Frictionless desire
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
I was a body
A body
Bending under its own weight
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
We will keep being here
Co-existing in our own crip times
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
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
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stretching like light upon light
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once

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