“I’m not just talking about one person, I’m talking about everybody, I’m talking about form…”
—One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
the I checks into the hospital to avoid the world. voices spin tales around
the life of the I. the I is sick. the I is imperious. the I is as sanctimonious as
the shrink (almost). the I hates you all. the I doesn’t even know you. the I
swells with rage like a blister on the verge of popping. the I is irrational.
the I is systematic, schematized. the I absorbs the pressures from the
outside to conform. the I mistakes a conspiracy against the I for its
conspiracy against itself. the I is ambivalent to the self. the I craves
subjugation & humiliation. the I holds the key to its own prison.