To you.  From the mirror and from the window:

Confusion is all we really have, particularly about the everyday - the usual, the common - mainly because they seem so neutral.  Nothing is neutral, right?

There is also confusion about whether qualifications of those concepts resist exploding well enough for them to mean anything.  Your everyday is not our everyday.  Can we talk about this? 

We don’t know how to deal with you or the everyday.  We want to practice syncretism and find comfort in symptomatic representations of usualness’s manipulative, or at least heavy, givenness without feeling isolated.  But we don’t know how to deal with you and carry out our negotiations for comfort in a way that will make things ok for all of us.  Maybe we could do it together?  

Negations occur (we try). Idiosyncrasy comes out of intentions that are straightforward. Maybe we should harvest those. There is connection somewhere, we think. Less often there is hopefulness and most often, an urge to escape.  We like to escape and you can too. Can’t we?  Or is that just advertising?  There is disappointment and a perception of alienation, but also privilege and guilt. 

We are searching for an answer to the problem of how to give in (ya know, for our own comfort).  We’re searching, while obsessing over all kinds of things:  class, depression (or happiness), patriarchy and desire to talk to you about your body.  We want to talk to you about your identity and your desire.  And we apologize for bringing all of that up.  Nevermind.  We apologize. We apologize.  

We have questions about the value of individual voice.  Who gives a shit what anybody thinks?  “Content” doesn’t really matter, right - even when it really does matter? Isn’t it all just your affect in the end, anyway? (Ya know, Brian Massumi, Ronald Regan.) Yes, affect! Yeeeeeesssss, aaafffffeeeeeccct.  Are you effective enough?  

We are confused about whether being virtual ideological arenas where relational struggles occur as flat handmade process-based images are…..we’re not sure how to end this sentence.  We try to make statements because that’s what the world needs, right?  Our attempts end up as questions.

So here are some questions for us:

Is metaphor useful?

Are irony, facetiousness, or sardonicism productive?  Why do some of us have the urge?

Isn’t weirdness lovely? Or was that supposed to be elegance?

Is escapism valid?  Well then why so much investment in it?  Does that question rely on some stupid buried neoliberal urge?

Are indexes of anger and tenderness a kind of agency?  Part of us desperately hopes so - maybe all of us. 

For now, and until you teach us otherwise, intimacy is the goal…..unless that is too weird.