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They said, "welcome to the desert of the real", as ifＩhad just arrived and I hadn't always known that this is the way things were. The way real seems to question its very existence as soon as it tumbles out of my mouth, the way that it seems like I've stumbled upon a very secret upon a secret cliff the second we question ourselves.
Is this real?
Are you real?
What is real? What is it? What if it's not? What if it isn't?
Um, would you visit me? I miss the place you used to have in my life and I miss your existence, and Ihave been looking for you in other people and other faces and other existences and the Other in general. I miss you and I think I will keep looking for you right here, unless you would be so kind as to end my search and let me know.
APPLIED: they say that cultural studies is Applied Theory, and isn't Theory just applied thought?
I want a certificate in Applied Mathematics, as if a certificate can say anything about my ability to take tools in one arena and modify them and destroy them and rebuild them in a new one. As if it says anything about whether I can think across or beyond boundaries, instead of with instructions.
"you are the word, the word is destroy:"
it is far, far easier for me to ruin and stamp and hide.
the spaces in closets are safer than open fields,
and all the time i wonder, what about the opposite, indeed?
what if it were easier to just make?