Aleksandr Milov installation

My fingers hovered over the keypad of the phone

clammy and quivering..

My heart seemed to have packed up and left my chest, setting up residence in my throat, constricting my airways there- like an invisible noose was squeezing my breath out inch by inch.
My heart urgently needed to migrate north to avoid getting fly-kicked by my stomach, which was performing ever more grandeur somersaults.

Basically, my mind was on overdrive….a 4-shots-of-coffee-by-8am-after-a-sleepless-night sort of jittery.
Planning and pre-planning, strategising and formulating any and all of the possible probabilities….

Alas, thinking was conjunctigated, flobflunktuated, floppily cripplingly truncated word vomit.

What the fuck?

Where was all my cool-calm-and-collected quick-witted flirty-dirty, cheeky-sneaky, hilarious, seductive one-liners?

I was coming up with nothing but an empty, bottomless void of anxiety and self-flagellation, like I had been catapulted back to my awkward, fumbling, painfully self-conscious school days, and had flunked a speech in front of the assembly.

A seething burn of frustration and exasperation slivered up the back of my neck, hunching my shoulders in a typical stress-response.

I chewed on a fingernail as a pinched nerve tingled somewhere in my upper shoulders.

Fuck.

I’m gonna need to see an osteo after this.

Why is it always the same fucking struggle?

I suddenly experienced this deep sense of self-righteous anger, directed predominately at society and the modern dating culture- 
which presented itself in a glaring mental note to write a flashy facebook-status about it at a later stage.

For fucks sake!

I wasn’t even in the same room as this person- I was staring at a goddamn pixelated in-humane screen!

But why was my body telling me there was an invisible tiger in the room?
I almost laughed in a sarcastic, cruel sort of way. 
Maybe I really was losing the plot…
An invisible tiger couldn’t even fit in here, the Elephant-in-the-Room is taking up all of the space.
He plonked himself down unashamedly with steadfast determination as soon as I picked up this piece of metal-aluminium-data-engulfing-Steve-Jobs-piece-of-chinese-slave-labour-produced-symbol-of-modern-disconnection.

…..

& that elephant’s trunk is wrapping around my abdomen now,
squeezing all the blood from my internal organs as it is shunted towards my peripheries, elucidating a typical fight/flight response.

We’re fighting make-believe.

& it’s not even multi-millionaire-J.K Rowling-book series-worthy-magical-make-believe!
But, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s Harry-Potter-esque soul-sucking dementors all around us….
Except no one is conjuring spells to banish these demons, they’ve become such a part of us, we consider it “normal”- attached to the ends of our hands 24/7 in a miniature screen. 
There are no “boys-who-lived” these days, just boys (and girls) with silent, numb hearts.

We’re all dead here. 
Eyes vacant, faces expressionless. 
Glowing with the artificial light of artificial intellgience, and artificial “likes”.

…..& I feel like these dementors are invisibly sucking my life-force out every time I play with the idea of honest communication and vulnerability via an empty text message.

My mind constantly fabricates that a “kiss of death” is seconds away, so my body is in a state of perpetual survival-mode.
& all I’m trying to achieve is a sense of raw connection with another human being.

Fuck, I’d be lucky to get a kiss of death, at least that hints towards some sort of contact with another being!!
I’ll take that living or dead, with a side of meaningful eye-contact please.

But that shit aint on the menu in modern society
lest you be considered a 
‘Clingy Mess’
& that’s a title equivalent to societal segregation of the non-verbal, screamingly obvious, no-seats-on-the-bus, dont-play-with-her, don’t-bring-her-home-to-meet-the-parents sort of exclusion.

In a society where separation and isolation is second-to 
social-media identity, personal marketing, instagram-famous, fake communication and capitalist mentality

We need to see these times as a sign
to urgently form humane, mutually open, raw, 
Connection- the kind of: 
lingering eye-contact, glistening with teardrops of truth, warm hands wrapped in the embrace of our brothers and sisters, mothers, fathers, lovers…

We need to Consciously CHOOSE 
integrity and honesty,
over 
repressed silence, internal violence, 
manipulation to get our needs met.

We need to Ask to be SEEN,
in the light of vulnerability, amongst all others…

words connecting soul to mind, 
mind to heart, 
heart to men, 
all as one,

and then…

we need to remember to see EVERYONE as a friend.

Let the outside tests be the

CATALYST 
to 
CONNECT.