Enter Da:Sa Void

Sometimes it can be frightening to realize one is screaming into a void and it’s no less frightening to realise that sometimes the void is a voice, too. And other isms

By

Me

Objectification

Orientalism

Folks act like I am making things up sometimes—as if books do not exist or rather books and I are not collocated somehow. It’s a social and affective shift. I cannot exactly tell if it comes from reading the newspaper or that I live in a society that is quickly being plunged into some kind of depth.

Or is it? There are humans living levels of extreme marginality that have completed complexly imploded most of my best fit models of how life works or can work or ought to work.

This post in honor of Ozzy Osbourne, specifically, “Bark at the Moon.”