I am witnessing
A caledoscopic narrative-scape tapping into a (g)local collective subconscious. It seems to serve an alluring mirage of a good old patriarchal system of coordinates.
occupy, objectify, commodify. it shouts.
It makes my lower ribs expand
I can feel my skin growing tough
My face blushes
I do not choose this air. Switch off. Off.
:no.i do not agree: