Let’s play, Lets try to see:
Behind the door
Behind the door
Confiment:
/kənˈfʌɪnmənt/
Noun
/kənˈfʌɪnmənt/
Conf-ine-ment
Conf Eine Mental
Configuration of mine
Of mine
My mental activity, my mental relation with the world
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World:
/wəːld/
Noun
1.- This only world, the only little world that has became all. All-in-one, all-inclusive… All included in one little place (–reduced in space–) we all call home.
2.- We all call home but is no more than we completely done
3.- We brought classes, work, and kindergarten; nothing but a real burden
4.- I see the bosses, doctors, politicians; I see the schedules and warnings, but I do not even have a garden
5.- A capitalism 100% off-sale: individualism on its pure and plain scale
6.- We bought classes, work, and burden; consume it all, devour it as a carnophagical leisure practice
I find nothing but repetition
One action after another seeming to be the same… losing the notion of time
I find nothing but myself anxious and alone
“Alone? Why you feel alone?”
You should be proud of sharing a multidimensional world with like 800 people in your 16-per-floor
16 = apart (of them) ment
I see you are very close to people
“Have you ever tried for a run or yoga?”
I can’t open them ‘cause I’m prohibited to go outside
I can’t open them, so they just invite me to follow throw their lines
I follow them but come nowhere rather an infinite closed-loop-system
I wanna see behind the door, I try to see behind the door
I cannot trespass it even with the eyes nor the optic, but I know there behind is the panoptic turned into a super multicam surveillance room
I wanna take you and show you what’s behind but I’m also tempted (to), be-kind
So, I just transform my volition into this weird
(f)dictional and satiric photographic poetry hoping it takes me to ignition
I continue following the lines
Take me nowhere but my mind into a crippling noisy and frantic sound
I stare at the lines chasing the dragon on the one-way down
Follow the lines into ine-vita(di)ble last desire: hit the ground
