voluntary confinement

I didn’t ask for this, but it’s what ended up happening.

i believe in the ability for people to expel what they deem essential into the world and by that value i should share the frequencies i live on and attune myself to. this isn’t for anyone nor is it to attain anything. originality has long since died and what remains is a curated copy of a copy through infinity into deterioration. i used to believe art was at its highest form when shared intimately. we sift through hoardes of exploitative information about people we don’t know as though it is our god-given right. access is still a privilege - enjoy the blisters