#reclaimednotshamed

[deargoditsmeceline]

~#8: On Found Materials and Your|My Isolation, Brought to you by 📝PAPER 📝~

Dear Friends,

Today I capitalize the F in friends to underscore the depth of our community in our isolation. For we are alone but not at all alone, always.

For instance, I know that I stare at the non-moon tonight* and meditate on my existence, I know that no other soul will ever share the meaningfulness that is my interiority fully. I know that I will be graced by the goddess for the length of my days by I will forever be separated by a thin veil of transparency that means

No. One. Will. Ever. Under. Stand.

But before you dismiss me as entirely trite, I want you to know that I know that only makes us more connected to our fellow animals, scrabbling in the dark together under guise of “jobs” and “professionalism,” here is a dress I made of the credit card offers made to me over many months. I have been receiving them for years without knowing what to do with them, as the municipal recycling system here in NYC is a ruse at best, a precursor to a citywide dictatorship at worst.

I have been moved to move tonight, please take my offering of free expression. Even though the supreme court of the Untied States does not protect non-performative Dance as such**, I hope you will.

xCeline

*in truth, there is the barest sliver of a moon

**indeed, the supreme court may fail to protect all forms of expression that deviate from the historical remount performance of worship to the 14th century European patriarchal lord, our father of the Dollar, in future months, but that, like the moon, does not feature prominently in this post.