and so i enter Empire,
i come from without.
i am both one and a multitude.
how did we become so?
to be one is to be one: to experience no separation of mind and body, to experience only mindbody—no being (no rest), just becoming (only movement).
to become multitude, one must become nomadic. one must embody attachment and detachment, for this becomes the armor one learns when to wear and when not to wear.
attaching merges self with the other.
detaching is the return, but not a return to the same place. rather, the return itself is a becoming, so it is a return to a higher or lower grounding, a returning, like traversing the Riemann sheet of the logarithmic function with every 2*k*i\pi for every natural k, or along a non/orientable object like the Möbius strip, where up is down and down is up.
so take this child, uproot them from the Motherland, move them around every few years, and settle in Empire.
see, though i come from without, within We grew. right here, an anti/ism that is alien flowered among us,
infiltrating everything,
everywhere
fighting
for
space:
i--no, We enter academic spaces, museums, libraries, gyms, clubs, bars, restaurants, concepts, words, ideas—i enter hearts and minds.
there is observation and then infiltration; a becoming/every/thing (attaching), then a returning/each/time (detaching)--but remember, the return is still a moving/away/without/a/center.
in each moment, an ‘i’ connected by a red string to a We, an ‘i’ that populates every territory with such intensity: each ‘i’ becoming queer/as/chaos, not just queer in gender, also queer in thought and in action.
inaction.
the paralysis of uncertainty.
others must become certain in what they think just as much as they are certain of their actions: after all, do they not believe that their phone will fall if they un/hold it?
just so, We believe Communism will win.
We are music, each ‘i’ in rhythm,
and We are com/i/ng.