another critique turned into a little tribunal where everyone asked what happened, like the post was more than just a post because How you show up in a post is how you show up in the rest of life I said maybe I don't want to get into this stupid bootcamp They said the cow question was mandatory I said what cow? Is the cow in the room in with us right now? One boy who edits these feature-length creations in AirDrop said vulnerability is important, and I almost asked how big his dick was just to restore balance to the universe. Instead I said something like poetic or obscure like I feel like a cage that went looking for a bird And found a shark instead. I like to think that what I'm doing is completely self-conscious. You’re taking an Uber to the airport, sitting in traffic, and making art on your phone. “Didn’t you just make this art coming in from LaGuardia?” I ask Harmony. Harmony says, “Yea. Kind of. I guess. Sort of.” Kind of. I guess. And sort of. Do androids dream of electric sheep? Even in fair condition, a first edition goes for north of 5K. “Sitting in traffic can be your studio,” I say. “That’s post-place,” Harmony says. I'm tired of dealing with the solemnity of people who have, at some point, read a 71-page scenario PDF and decided the missing variable was TikTok. Everyone is so radically free that the code smell is starting to taste like cortisol.