2014 | 7 | Underground

I empty my bags. Travel is over for now. I put on my face while nobody is home. One wants to look correct while one is pronouncing to no one in particular. Now it is time to sing and dance beneath an indigo cloud.

The committee is coming.
The committee is coming.
The committee is coming.

I’m going underground to write comps for a while. And, in celebration of the acquisition of concert tickets, I’ve decided that my first set of précis papers will be framed and secretly structured by The Knife’s, “Shaking the Habitual.”

And that’s when it hurts
When you see the difference
It’s a raging lung
And a difference
What a difference
A little difference would make

––Raging Lung

Our hair is out.
We have made some decisions.
We want to fail more, act without authority.
Plus there’s something phlegmatic about the world state don’t you think?
There’s a blood system promoting biology as destiny.
A series of patriarchies that’s a problem to the Nth degree.
What about hyper-capitalism, this homicidal class system, the school system that’s kaput?
[…]
No habits!
Of course we’re growing restless.

––From the press release for “Shaking the Habitual”

Ta for now.