The emotional ecosystem according to Planet Full of Unicorns

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43AFIZajo2c

This would, in Sedgwick's terms, be a fine example of paranoid camp.

I think we should never meet

I was immediate and dramatic and the river crossed the street.

I have raw emotions, personal feelings, I lay bare my private world to the public gaze.

Everything is autobiography, mine is four and I am the fifth. 

I'm in recovery.

Frances Stark, Nothing is Enough, 2012, video, 14 min 53 sec

http://www.contemporaryartdaily.com/2015/09/frances-stark-at-the-art-institute-of-chicago/

Testing confessional mode alonside a narrative/spatial twist of pre-flight 'birdshit architecture'

I'll cry at 20,000 feet.

Liar.

I'll cry and my tears will fall and form perfume bottles.

More like ordinary boring stupid containers.

Then, I'll walk and cry but that's different.

Sir, you'll look ugly. 

What a relief?

The hills behind the city are puffy. 

Puffy, puffy, effing puffy. Blah.

When I hear you crying I'll want to cry but I won't feel deep enough, really.

You will never.

No, Sir. I will never. 

I will never, too. I know less about nothing than you about me. 

They're boarding seats 1-10. 

Fark. Don't laugh.

These are sad sounds, Sir.

Whatever. They're my tears?

They're not mine, I can tell you that.


Note: testing confessional mode with a narrative/spatial twist of 'birdshit architecture' . I first heard of this term via my friend Rosie Evans: http://journal.enjoy.org.nz/love-feminisms/urban-form-and-the-gendered-lens