Cultural Contamination

Had thinks about oppression. The way it demands that you deny it. The way it require you to not feel your own pain. Thought about the oppression of young people and of invisible parents. Practiced being okay after being hurt. Got a schmancy hot glue gun. Framed one of the paintings to keep. Talked about the way it can seem impossible to feel better until some future change in situation, and the way its so frustrating when that moment is delayed for any reason. Talked at C about culture and where it comes from. Ordered fancy food for the weekend. Watched an episode of 1999 Archer. And the last episode of the current Handmaids Tale. She’s the one who knocks. Worked on the way it’s so hard for you to care about what I want, because you’re so worried that we’ll want incompatible things. Talked about the way I know art isn’t for me. Not for me to make or even to see. Certainly not to have an opinion about. Too dangerous. Too inaccessible. Just like I’m afraid to have an opinion about bread or cheese, because I would never want to have my preference used to deny my need.

ZiB

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