Reaching the age where one doesn’t need to be beautiful just hardworking is good, except that I look better than ever and i’m lazzzzzy. Having strange relationship patterns regarding femme men and my inside heart dripping pain and shit, but not really because I’m all hardened and adult and like, cough, void. And one can’t help but be all like: Surprise! I lack empathy just like you. Unfeeling linear patterns and general dudeness in this corner, and i’ve taken back to nautical mostly out of childish rebellion, also somehow out of subterranean (suburban) adventuring in Canada’s north. Moody and sulking and pushing everyone away.
Everything is prescribed and unmotivated by desired human emotion and love. We are all boobs wit our wired, failing technologies, our obsessive, self-gratified, self-decaying building projects: our unfinished paradises. We are left only with second-long decisions that place us on societally-decided spectrums of time and relevancy, themselves riddled with errors and resting only on sad repetition, nostalgia and the sniffling wanderlust of a ghost called dopamine. Even the psychedelic has bungled us. We have over stimulated, we have undersaturated, we have misunderstood. We have distracted: with an idea of postmodernity, with a trial of a false identity politic, by a denial of discrimination and prejudice and a sad, whitewashed attempt at inclusion. We have yet to surmount misogyny, we have yet to understand the radical, and most embarrassingly, we have lost the little piece to where that thing goes in the thing.
A lot of people asked me about this piece at Art Waste, it’s about how I hate that brand of bourgie monosyllabic magazine culture and how stale and god awful it is. I hate being sold lifestyle fetishization and I hate that people who consider themselves artists perpetuate this. I realize we all have ends to meet but jesus christ, at least promote something worthwhile. I guess that isn’t cool and I’m not cool for being such a hater or whatever. I just want people to care about themselves and their world and not reduce themselves to only finding pleasure from monetarily given successes and constantly posting outfits or things or whatever. I’m just as guilty of this but I make an effort not to do this all the time! Just dont end up like this asshole who has everything and is still empty inside!!! PEACE!