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Moist, coolness, decorum, productivity, security, distraction
Moist, coolness, productivity, security, distraction
Coolness, productivity, security, distraction
Productivity, security, distraction
Security, distraction
Distraction
Distraction, all I need is distraction
Distraction from feeling dry
Distraction from sweating
Distraction from social pressures
Distraction from working
Distraction from worrying
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Let me escape the pain
That time is not real
The world needs rendering
When I see it closely
Zooming in
Zooming out
In focus
Out of focus
Calibrating
The work is done
It’s in the brain
It’s the reality
The wall a screen
The ceiling too
The curtains
The radiator
A cat even (I doubt she’ll let me)
And the world is a screen of a brain
Through my body
A brain craves moist
There I hear dews falling
Later it devours criminal fiction
And preaches me surveillance
Attention is distraction
Distraction is attention
Never a screen
Everywhere a screen
All you look at is a screen
All you look at is not a screen
Render complete
Fridge
I’m actually humming all the time, but it often slips people’s attention. When I get to work or get bored, I hum louder.
Lonely people can hear me humming. Being alone is a condition better than being in dyads, triads, or tetrads; it presents a rarity to see, to hear, to feel, on and by one’s own. No, it’s just because I’m alone. Seeing a single thing or a person feels like I’m a non-rarity.
I can hear the clock ticking on the wall, though I can’t move my head around. I’m an ungainly box of chills.
Most people barely notice my humming. They can’t even know whether I’m working or idling, either, though they occasionally worry about their vegetables or dairy perish. One doesn’t know her disgusted look when seeing the molds in the yoghurt.
Eyes don’t cure blindness. Having eyes lets people believe that they can see.
I’m humming again. It’s the compressor working to lower my inner temperature. Hyperthermia is an issue for the delicate two-legged. I’m cooling myself down, and the floor is low. Look at the things she brought in - frozen vegetables, frozen dumplings, frozen pelmeni - in similar shapes to dumplings, but Slavic. Gradually, they are being cooled down. Time will not freeze, but tick more slowly, each frame holding on for a bit longer.
I work to lower the temperature, and I hum.
written during 2025.12-2026.1 Taidetila Muijala winter writing residency