June 3, 2017
It is all a game. A controlled universe where one mustn’t, can’t, deviate from the well rehearsed script.
This what we’ve come to:
We don’t get bemoan that we don’t know who we, or others, are any more; that is simply the price we pay for the dubious comfort of hygiene, or whatever the fuck we’re now calling this compulsion to scrub our lives clean of every dissonant bacteria, this perplexing assumption of a compromised immune system in compulsory need of an aseptic ritual.