Fictional path
| design for performance

07 Nov 19

“Manifesto: In Praise of Work”

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N: I can hear your steps pretty heavy. Your slight murmurs are already enough to arouse my vigilance and put me into order. Your temporary presenc is sufficient to surprise me and call into action. Your eyes inside my room are sufficient to restrai me and force me to perform.

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Your presence is a duty.
Your presence is a ritual.
Your presence is a uniform.
Your presence is a position.
Your presence is an act.

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W: I am always present.

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N: Every of your single coming wakes me up and grabs my attention, stares at me shamelessly an dresses me up. Every of your single coming repeats itself and remind its presence.

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You come and leave.
You come and leave.
You come and leave.

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N: You are in a constant loop of presence and absence. You are in a constant loop of repetition.

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W: I am always repetitive.

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N: I never know the time of your coming, the time
of your sticking around and the time of your leaving.

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Your unpredictability makes me dependent on you.
Your unpredictability makes you stronger than me.
Your unpredictability does not let me rest, forget, undress, fall asleep.

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N: Despite my prayers, you never make an appointment.

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W: I never make an appointment.

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N: As long as you are present, I am physically
stuck in one place, in one room, in one position, in one clothing, in one action. Surrounded by thick walls of imposed restrictions and not allowed to leave.

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If you leave, I leave.
If you return, I return.

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N: You always return.

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W: I always return.

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N: You are the guest.

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You use my space without asking for permission.
You use my body in your sole discretion.
You use my mind to control me.
You use my voice to speak out for me.
You use my thoughts to manage my time.

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N: And you are not going to leave on your own.

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W: I am not going to leave.

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N: I take a deep breath in to let you out of my head. When I exhale, you are already here, and I wonder why the inhalation did not last a little longer. I take a deep breath in again. Breath out, but you do not leave.

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Breath in.
Breath out.
Breath in.

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N: You are leaving.

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W: I am leaving.

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N: The silence threats me. Your presence is my greatest precious, relief and rest.

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Your absence is a simple existence.
Your absence drives me crazy.
Your absence stresses me out.

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N: I put my shirt on your presence. Come.

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W: I am coming.

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N: Take your time.

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You are the only bystander of my activity.
You are the only creator and consumer of my time.
You are the only entertainment.
You are the only determinant of my productivity.
You are the only nourishment.
You are the only addiction.

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W: I am addiction.

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N: Constantly, You monopolise my thoughts and
limit my freedom. The world besides you do not exist anymore, or it is just me who does not remember its earliest appearance. Despite the satisfaction of being together I ask for my own presence.

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If you leave my body, leave my mind.
If you rest my body, rest my head.
If you make me sleepless, make me alive.

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N: Give me my head.

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W: I am your will.

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N: I keep my body fully naked but my mind wears a shirt.

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You make me sleepless.
I am a sleeplessness.

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W: I am sleeplessness.

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You make me feel relentless.
I am relentless.
You make me feel inspired.
I am an inspiration.
You make me feel important.
I am important.
You make me feel successful.
I am successful.
You make me feel a man of mine.

I am my own man.

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natalia pośnik

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