En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
In interdependence
A home for us together
The background of infrastructures urges to move into our perspective
Their fragility felt
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
To the avocado that came from the other side of the planet ‘perfectly ripe just for u’
If this Machine is so clearly bleeding out
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
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Like trails and paths over bodies
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
Lying flat
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
Co-existing in our own crip times
Time frozen for some
Because life affirmation costs too much
As if we give up being rested, just to be consumed
Our time is disposable all the of time
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
When there’s nothing left but slow afternoons to live in
Shattering ableist complacency
There’s beauty in this cadence
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon

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