En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
In interdependence
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
To the avocado that came from the other side of the planet ‘perfectly ripe just for u’
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
And turning it into pain stoked values
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
Between profit and their hollow shell of care
Burning something you can't hold
Capital is a time-parasite
They were embedded with the concept of ease
Frictionless desire
Like trails and paths over bodies
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
A body
The horizontal ontology of pain
Bending under its own weight
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Temporal inequalities
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Inaction
Stretching like light upon light
Over a crip horizon
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once