Lecture

LBM1948/Creative Commons

Comfort in the specificity of your life

Where’s my specificity?

You reign dominion over us in a black room

Means to an end

Clink

I might shine in the dark but when I turn off the camera I’m nothing 

But a name

Does it strike you

Clink

Letters on a black screen

Clink

As disengaged with me as I am with you

 

Each minute a coin hits the floor

I’m reminded of the fight, the sacrifice

Clink

Let me turn on the light

Let me speak when you ask for sound

Even if I have to raise my voice 

Clink 

Even if I have to scream

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