To The Installers (first letter)
| How many times have you propped up other people’s half-baked schemes (renouncing all credit, sleep and thresholds of tolerance)? Have you ever found yourself wolfing down a lunch you couldn’t afford to begin with, huddled in some storage space, a back alley, an awkward passage? |
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| Do you think about getting up the next day before you fall asleep – and just how do all of these others get here, these people who demand your loyalty and labor? |
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| Imagine their impotence. Their lips are moving but there is no sound. You could destroy them so easily. This stuff can creep into a racing mind. There’s also those nagging fears of arrested development, the paralysis of one’s dreams, one’s optimism and expectations. |
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| Perhaps you could exist somewhere else altogether – a lost realm of calm. All senses of entitlement are revealed to you so boldly and so often. You get used to having no illusions. |
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| One day you wake up and discover there’s no more lies to tell yourself. It’s as if the truth exists in a concrete way and can actually set you free. |
| jeremy |
