DOMESTIK GLITCH
there is a glitch in my house
everything swallows me up
time stands still including me
just like i’d wished
when they find me lying they’ll pass my corpse around
trying to find someone to carry the weight or deal with the bomb if it explodes
or waiting for me to decompose in the process
and i will slip through their fingers
i am not a ghost yet
the house in an asphyxiating hug
confirms it is alive
it expands
my house can break up space and time
i get lost in it
no one hears me screaming
i am the glitch my house lives in
notes for DOMESTIK GLTICH
domestik glitch is a bitter ode to my house
how I physically inhabit the space that is my house but mentally my home is in the digital
physically I’m in my house but really I’m anywhere but
I metonymically become my house
my house becomes infected with whatever pathology I have (pathology is a terrible word but we are conditioned to thing something is wrong with us and should be fixed therefore yes, pathology ugh)
symbiotic as well as mimetic relationship with our spaces
how we dislocate a pathology onto the space we inhabit so we can manage and fix something in ourselves
a conflicted appreciation to having a safe and intimate space to call my own with the possibility of letting go and being absent in a present physicality
but in becoming one with the space becoming lonely empty absent
a vessel
ready to be filled again with myself