En-crip-ing Time

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Defying Chronos
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
To pre-packaged a ready meal to generalize care on the go
How dare you call us broken, useless, incompatible to Greatness
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
Capital is a time-parasite
Chronophagy
Between the fragile infrastructures and the cold indifference
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Histories like wounds are stitched in time
Like trails and paths over bodies
A body
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
We will keep being here
Cultivating spaces that orients us in terms it could never articulate
Care shattered, split by time, not worlds nor multiverses
Temporal inequalities
Seeking coziness over efficient profits
Autonomy
Belonging is at the edge of its collapse
The pace of life splintered like glass
Adagio tempo, offbeat crip dances with time
Over a crip horizon