our solipsistic cultural cohort

there’s an angel at my table

systemic system synergy 

i have not stopped searching for paradise 

on the cartons of Oatly ads 

a more intrepid talker would have shouted ideas

dimwitted, the ones who insists on cures through notes

all the own’s body mind is time 

the documentary dormitory

how complicated the simple life can be

conceived of each other, conceived each other in a darkness

which I remember was drenched in light

actions of others didn’t define you

people will ultimately do what they are going to do 

it is the body’s self-lessness which is its ardor 

delusion needs a home too–

it matters what we call things