I am my own remote
sketch by Iulia Pana To the left, I leave things I want to think about in the morning To the right, I gather things difficult to discern at night If you enter the world divided in two It is too obscure to feel anything I am a useless person and I assign myself work for full days one day I’m the boss, another the employee paying attention to the chief’s lint these are wonderful days when I forget this mental hospital game giving myself reasons for self-flagellation, for salvation on the steps of a convent days like pictures from advertising flyers I remain mute, deaf and crippled crawling inside me to prove to myself who I am, leaving things on the left, though I fear the left as I fear the right and the signposts I have encountered that never led me anywhere if you couldn’t understand, I’d believe you but you know who I am little by little you change me every day I am my own rem...