Sitting. Listening. Not really listening.
Hearing voices, sound coming from someone, somewhere or other
“Governing the complex society of China…”
Mass population. Economic elites. Two dollars a day.
Neo-liberalism is a political technology
Peripheral vision see hands moving with vocal levels rising and falling, synchronised
Planned or innate, one or the other, or both at times, I’m making a rhyme
Unable to concentrate, ideas are running
But I’m planning for tonight and stressing about events, friends, family, things I must do
How to fit it all in?
The weather’s been warm, windy, sunny
I’m wearing a big sports jumper and leggings, I don’t know how to dress for summer
I hate planing what to wear, but I hate waking up in the morning without this planning even more
It must be suitable, but I also don’t care if it’s not because I need to feel okay
I need to feel comfortable ‘in my own skin’ or that covering it all up.
“In Germany, it’s to rebuild the nation after the second world war. In China…”
The tutor continues to talk as I tune in and out, more out than in
Phones vibrate on the table and people get distracted
But my distraction is constant
I don’t even know what the inversion of distracted is
“A vastly more delicate and complex task”
What is delicate and complex?
My thoughts, my brain
No, something to do with neo-liberalism and rationality
“How do you manage your population?”
The Numerati. Baker. Google it.
Micro-targetting. Rambling. Not listening but hearing through one ear and pushing it out of the other.
Learning through other senses. Touching my keyboard, smell – average, nothing, zilch, a bit hot if anything at all
Is it possible for something to smell hot? I’m going to say so.
“This is how I govern you, with another rhetoric… socialism.”
Doodling, pens running wild, Facebook accounts open and running hot.
Chat, photo albums, Hotmail and Gmail. I see them all.
Big and small. Small and big. Open your windows and you too, will see.
Two tests down today, can’t. keep. concentrating.
Break time, five minutes.
No one’s listening anyway. What’s the point of staying?
I wouldn’t do anything at home either though, but I have so much to get through before slipping into bed tonight.
“Okay, I want to continue… Neo-liberalism is. a. political technology…”
Back to reality. Or dreaming. A land I never really left.