ON STUFFED NOTES & OTHER TIMES LIES POWER ITS A POWER IN MUCUS & JUNK & BLACK MOLD ITS A POWER THAT CANNOT ESCAPE THAT GROWS LIKE FECES LIKE THE ONES THAT ARE IN THE CLOGGED PIPES THAT ARE NOT LEAVING YOUR HOUSE THAT ARE HIDDEN & IN DISGUISE & ARE ONLY THERE BECAUSE YOU KNOW BECAUSE YOUR TOILET IS NOT FLUSHING NO MORE BECAUSE SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN is a master thesis on the cornered position of the contemporary child, which is fed and stimulated by the polished illusion of romanticised an ideological fairytales (which are also a representation of our western- capitalist society) and that finds itself struggling with questions about identity, representation, performance pressure and in the end also love.
“If all that is capital melts into love, and all that is love melts into capital, then how fucked are we really? If Narcissus remains forever in a state of falling and Sisyphus never reaches the top, will we also stay floating in the middle forever? Can we reach common grounds? Can we even reach the ground? When we find ourselves in between fake news, virtual capital and a loss of feeling the real, is love then also lost?”
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