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Defying Chronos
There’s autonomy in being vulnerable
In interdependence
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
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
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)
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
Time crawls through me like a machine eating itself
As if we lived just to be exhausted
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
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
I was a body
A body
Lying flat
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
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Co-existing in our own crip times
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Temporal inequalities
Because life affirmation costs too much
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
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
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Stretching like light upon light
- the clouds feeling cozyyyyyy for once