for my birthday a lot of money
for my friend a lot of money
for u anything
a photo of me
I will accept beauty in the form of my hands against a mop. I will accept it in the form of another story to tell. I will accept. I will accept. I will accept. The hues of brown that can infinitely exist became wonderful to me. Every day that I go to my job the touch of the lonely arm increases. It became exciting to work so thoroughly with just my hands. I could bite into the juicy fruit of my labor. I learned to distinguish my work from my art. I get paid at my job and I write for a higher purpose. I write for free. I write to feel less alone. I write to make you feel less alone. I write for art. Or was it for Art? Or… what was it for again?
…radical uncertainty about illusions of control, the limits of identity, and what it means to still want to kiss another human amidst the screenshots.
states of heightened consciousness, described as female psychological disorders.
Chris Kraus | Aliens & Anorexia