Measuring the distance between the covers

I'm an appropriate interval between events of international impotence.
I can be measured by the abominable acts I've committed against unknowable persons while also preventing the wheel.

I'm an interval between events of internal pretence.
I can be measured by immobile acts I've committed against unknowable persons while reinventing mechanized looms.

I'm a halcyon hiatus between events permanently pressing.
I can be measured by ground axes worn down as the infamous' undergarments
all the while casually necessary.

Mode operandi

Time: We tell time by dividing it into styles. (More on this later by popular request.)

Keeping time: We’ve chosen to replicate ourselves for the time-being. Or do we stretch ourselves onto the apparatus in the penal colony, then await branding with the word on the street?

Vox Populi: Calvin Klein is but one couturier spelunking the archive of modern humanity. Good sports wear. Bad sports bare.

No style: To be strictly objective and devoid of the affectations of style in terms of word-choice, ideas, political or social trends.

12 Observances:

1. I will wear no more boring clothing.



2. I will be true to myself, moment by moment.



3. My words, thoughts, deeds and appearance will be in perfect alignment and never be the cause for gossip or embarrassment.



4. I will be new.



5. I will not be modern.



6. Anything can be said in the Lingo Franca.



7. Anyone can be anything in the Pax Kapital.



8. I will be one with the Street and will try my best to find the right street.



9. Some things you’ll always get used to.



10. Every time I’m used I will be paid.



11. Make way for intimacy.



12. Recognise that to be seen is to be judged: Judge others, lest I be invisible.

fag of freedom flying

I'm preparing to reenter the workforce and dread it. Work feels like slavery. "I'm gainfuly unemployed," I once said after quitting a demoralizing job.

When defining slavery and employment, I'm slippery between synonyms. Slavery is bowing to work under threat. There are also dire consequences if we don't work for money: a life of poverty and severe limitations on where we go, what we eat, medical attention, friends, etc. We don't use the phrase wage slave to be ironic -- we often believe and behave as slaves. I gotta, I must, I haveta.

If working for money is the opposite of slavery then freedom is money, or freedom can be bought for money. Maybe we can agree money buys power. Let's shake on it: the opposite of slavery is not freedom but power.

When I shout "I need freedom," I euphemistically intone, "I want power." Wanting power is not a bad thing. I need control over objects and influence people to get food, shelter, etc. But we are nice people and will keep saying we want "choices", "liberty", "freedom" -- while blithely hoping for pain-free and fear-free circumstances.

If there is a state of freedom -- IF -- it is the belief that I can make pleasurable choices. I say pleasurable because I can't ignore the positive emotional exudation of the word "freedom". It's abit like a religion; there is no freedom without belief. When we believe we are free we become factories manufacturing choices. Just watch me, I can, I will, why not?

But I'm no believer. I can't believe in abstractions. The best I can do is pull on a persona of hope. And I'm not playing cynical; masks restore damaged skin.