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Being born at the end of the past millennium presents interesting perspectives of how far we have come. The year 2000: when computers were promised to end the world. Present day rat-racing to keep up with the exponential shifting landscape of the new millennium & its paradoxical challenges. Pleasure in our ears, pleasure glazing our eyes, pleasure embedded into our fingerprints, & pleasure spat into the folds of our brains. Decaying with pleasure. Shifting into adulthood while isolating during the pandemic. Deep breathing in some queer's bedroom late at night, finally allowing the stiffness of midwestern ideology to melt off of me with each act of expression. Coexisting amongst the metropolitan parasites; bedbugs and hipsters. Slowly watching the planet burn up from the lightbox in my palm. The climate crisis is right now.

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