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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
Their fragility felt
Why aren't you able to conform, or stand in-line
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
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
And turning it into pain stoked values
Burning something you can't hold
Between endless growth and the cracks we survive in
Frictionless desire
Bodies so perfect that shitting and fucking are mere performances
Between the rush and the endless hunger
Like trails and paths over bodies
But between the price hikes and the quiet despair
I was a body
A body
Bending under its own weight
What we call survival is actually a moment when
When chrono's clock forgets to tick
A world so fast we can’t really exist
Because futures mean to leave us behind
Persisting past being the "problem"
Co-existing in our own crip times
Time frozen for some
Temporal inequalities
Can we imagine futures of superfluous care, with a excesses of crips
As if liberation could ever arrive from infinite growth
and the narcissistic logics of neoliberalism
The pace of life splintered like glass
There’s beauty in this cadence
Stillness
Stretching like light upon light