the death of us
from the get go we are ongoingly scrambled, intoxicated, oppressed, complianced, .. in all the ways.. to all the degrees.. we under/overtake so many things in order to cope with this un-fittingness.. in order to try to keep breathing thru the strangling ness of these suppos-ed supposed to’s we are exhausted.. riddled/unsettled with guilt/debt/whatever.. from all our attempts at cope\ing ness..
from all the un-us ness
particularly.. the un-us ness
of school (because we don’t trust curiosity.. et al)
and.. the un-us ness
of work (solving other people’s problems to earn a living.. et al)
the un-us ness from any
form of
huge red flag we’re doing it/life wrong.. killing us deeply/unknowingly.. (raised eyebrows, pretending/claiming to hear all the voices, ..et al)
when you’re in a space and you feel like you don’t belong (w/o first compromising your fittingness by abiding by all the supposed to’s)
depression
when you feel like you don’t belong.. in all the spaces
suicide
the death of us.. keeping us from us/fittingness.. making/keeping us like whales in sea world
let’s stop that..
let’s do this instead/first: free art-ists for (blank)’s sake…
there is a nother way to live alive
imagine if we just focused on listening to the itch-in-8b-souls.. first thing.. everyday.. and used that data to augment our interconnectedness.. .. locally/entropically.. in all the spaces
daily curiosity.. data that would/could lead to legit/natural affinity gatherings
our focus on decision-making is unmooring the essence of our human being am thinking that any time we think we need some formal apparatus for decision-making/teaching/training.. maybe we just have the wrong people together in a space.. maybe we just need a re\set.. maybe if we focus on curiosity over decision-making we’d create a means to undo our hierarchical listening in order to let the dance-of-us .. dance
alive.
ie: cure ios city