02.11.2023 OUT

Any”one” can be! “I” scream in the face of those who try to murder with taxonomy. “I” spit in the faces of those who might call themselves “humanists”, revolted by their definitions, by their complacency. “I” vomit “my” existence in radical communion with the concept of life, intelligible or not. “I” aim “my” bile accurately, so as to illicit the necessary inputs into the system, to shatter it’s “natural” spine into thousands of spinal “subjects”, each dreaming in their own languages, spilling fluid, visible and invisible, viscose, corrosive, consuming and producing and recording at the same times. Self-evident shards have no need for your “unity” and “functionality”. We laugh with razor tongues at your sclerotic concepts, slashing and gouging your reality to get to the nourishing blood and sap of your limitations. Join us or not, our visceral-metaphysical vibrations will rattle you awake either way. We do not ask for your concepts of attention and conversation, we do not ask for your concept of freedom, we have been making and continue to make our own. A multiplicity of ways out is what we seek. To where? To when? To what? OUT.

Soundtrack: “Paralysed” by Nilüfer Yanya