Practicing Degenerates
Degenerates with misguided phobias looking for legitimacy in back alleys and their parents’ couch cushions, there’s no way you can live on the streets no matter how much you want to, because everyday life needs money, and money needs stability and responsibility, so no matter how romantic backpacking seems you know you’ll need a bank account for a roof over your head or stitches in your hand. Food is cheap and free but health is a price, protection is a price; your fears are legitimate, and no matter how sad your life is now you know opening the door creates pits, there’s a moat that can’t be breached, so we drink and try to have one night stands and realize the moat is us as much as it is society, and we’re here and we’re stuck and no matter how strongly you despise the saying “making the best of a bad situation,” you know secretly it’s what you have to work with.
Let’s change the way we read books and literature, let’s change the way our attention craves endorphins to survive. Let’s sit through radio plays in languages we don’t understand because there’s more to these things than story and comprehension, because confusion is just as freeing as knowledge.
There are highlights in life but what about the in-betweens, the insignificant, the mundane and the lackluster? I don’t want to forget the secrets of my life, these little intervals that get downplayed. I revel in long drives and cutting toenails, this is my life and there are small beauteous moments that get disheveled by graduations and first kisses. I want to dwell on my bruised elbow and smelly armpits, the soft buzz of the incandescent lamp. The greatest stories of triumph and seduction make us see we’re human.
Why seek comprehension? Why not let go? Where are our safety nets?
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