mere confusion
of the grotesque
with the meaningless.
Now: a reluctant
surveillance of the day-to-day;
forgetfulness
as signifier,
castigation as
routine.
*
Existence
as a thing
begets persistence
as a subject.
the assumption, half-
forgotten,
half-lost
in translation
is that one must
perform one's function;
one must, in fact,
go on.
*
The atoms
which compose us
are spinning themselves
despite our reluctance—
or vibrating
in place, at least
with something like
anticipation.
Do a little happy dance
gets
sent to us
as automated text message.
Then,
do your own research.
Then, never look
back.
