HUMAN DEFAULT To be a person is to be worried that you might not be one². I have something invisible and it is mine I grasp for the bottle a piece of chalk the steering wheel shifts in my hands willingly piloting my body-ship it’s like I’ve forgotten the most vital line a glint in the erasure what is this melancholia? I fight to be sad in sadness I discover myself again and again like a Gif of Eve eating an apple on repeat if the intellect is an organ of extinction than why do I risk my precious life for it deep down in the body a dragon rustles scales click on scales a great heat accumulates time swallows itself concrete expands some days my muscles purr and fall asleep I try to use them and they wobble like toddlers I will scold my youth until it cries out and I fall asleep in defeat
² Timothy Morton, Dark Ecology
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