If you close the program
the music somehow remains, but the space collapses
on the self (doubt remains): we must be able to be passive.
That is, the world must be able to be there
without us, otherwise we will not be there without it.
She is offering the space in which we come together
in incorrect empathy
Even this feeling
of being in class
and wanting to go home
can't be felt right;
I know the way this life is
will soon end. I can't feel
anything correctly.
Everything has become public:
"I'm not an autonomy gal
more self-development"
because everything is art
(if there's a restriction
you must contest it)
legally bound, subsidized
clips of street-cred:
"do you really want to
put your needs in the
town-square
for everyone to judge?
what, do you not know
when you're hungry? when
you need to brush your teeth?
when your soul requires
a new piece of art?"
