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Untitled by elsa bleda Via Flickr: Johannesburg

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EAT SHIT

I’m watching a man on the train eat a McDonald’s meal and after roughly four to five minutes of visual consideration I can confidently say it’s one of the most repulsive fucking things that I’ve ever had the misfortune of watching. And it’s continuing. As I’m writing this. It’s non stop. Three chips dunked in BBQ sauce. Three chips dipped in BBQ sauce. Three chips miss the sauce, and 0.3 second pause before his hand reaches for a momentary milkshake. He’s definitely done this before. I haven’t stopped staring for maybe three minutes and he hasn’t even noticed. He’s engrossed. He’s gross. I don’t know him and all my reasoning leads me to believe that he’s one of the worst humans alive. He’s got through a mini tub of BBQ sauce and he’s maybe a fifth of the way through his portion. Has he got back up supplies? Yes he’s got back up supplies. Momentary pause to change the song he’s listening to. Did I mention that he’s wearing headphones? What song could soundtrack such a murderous indulgence? I’ve got the power? Call on me by Eric prydz? Something with tempo and synchronicity because this cunt’s chomping has momentum. He’s an incredibly efficient consumer. Eating his way through Apple phones, supreme jumpers, Ralph Lauren throwbacks. Eyes wide in every moment that he bites into his evil he’s an addict but the trouble is his highs are always legal. You’re telling me that some cow had to cease its story to help this man insufficiently replace energy that he’d lost working for the reason he’s such an addict. STOP ENJOYING IT. STOP FUCKING DUH DA DUH DA DUH DA DA LOVING IT. PLEASE START DESTROYING THIS BEFORE WE ENTER INTO NOTHINGNESS. Nothing but white rooms in smooth white chairs, where everybody’s a light brown and everything works efficiently and happens instantly and no one has to do anything apart from wake up and work but it’s really easy to get there because cars don’t need drivers anymore and everything runs on time and you can eat what you like and you can lose weight really quickly and nobody dies of cancer and the same nuclear power that killed all the poor people ensures everyone’s house Siri is working at all times and we’re all annoyed that the shirt we just bought has arrived 25 seconds after I ordered it which is ridiculous and I can’t wait to go the natural history museum to remember what trees look like thank god this oxygen converter mask is comfortable although sometimes you don’t really know if a persons attractive until they take their mask off I can’t wait till I have enough money to move to mars where everyone just lives normally in a big bubble. It’ll take me about half my life to earn it but 200 years isn’t that long. I’m all for progress. Please let me be clear, I’m all for progress. But sometimes stuff doesn’t need to be updated. What happened to if it isn’t broken don’t fix it? Things work. Where are we going? Where are you tempting me to? What am I missing? What’s even disappointing anymore? When my sky plus doesn’t record the football in high definition? If nothing needs fixing then create problems? We need people broken enough to desire a quick fix. A quick cig. A flood of dark yellow piss. If you thought water was good then watch us flavour it. Yeah we just made it shit. 50p to urinate in the station though. Half a pound or you’ll have trouble walking. Half a pound or you’re going to need to buy more clothes. He’s put all the chips in his mouth. His guts are having a nightmare. His gut reaction was to not buy it but his brain reminded him that the meal was happy so why shouldn’t he be happy? Why should he have to sacrifice himself for this ridiculous notion of physical health. It tastes nice I like it let me have it. That’s a nice watch I like it I think I’ll stab him. Feeling things is so tiring. Thinking is so tiring. Caring is so tiring. I want to go home and stick on Great British bake off because I don’t want to have to think about who killed someone or find out about someone’s life or be provoked by ambiguity. I don’t want to be inspired I’m too tired. I deserve to not think. Don’t take that away from me. How dare you suggest that I think? Yeah I’ll have a drink. No I don’t want to listen to anything with a message. I don’t want to be reminded of a truth when I’m trying to let loose it’s not as fun as being rude. I want to stay away from things that change my mood or sway my views. I just want to earn enough money to buy clothes with words on and pay for food. Then eat it on a fucking train like a pig because I know I’ll fall asleep after it’s finished and sleeping is a privilege. I love sleeping. I love being asleep.

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German artist Monika Grzymala describes her art as being more like drawing than installation works, drawn with sticky tape which wraps and transforms the surrounding space. “Whenever I leave a work, I feel as if I leave a part of me, a part of my body behind,” she says, referring to the performative aspects of her work, where creating each piece requires a strenuous physical effort on her part. Her energy as the artist lends itself to the fluidity and dynamic appearance of the tape, which seems to explode from the walls with force like a black liquid. 

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