it would be much easier if i weren't soul tired, i don't want to know why. a soul should be light, not heavy. but we've got speed plus time and quantity plus gravity. we're raced and quantified we don't count we're here we're erased. i prefer to think the sickness might be malaise, existential anomie, living in an insane paradigm under constant threat of annihilation. i want out of the race. the covid seems appropriate and right. we can't evolve if we're dead, we can't go on without revolution. in the present world we can't be free.