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M1- Oh, how to be just a monkey?
M2- Just pet the cats, like that. Without sending bad vibes to the cat.
M1- No! There's a lot of things to do before "correctly" petting the cat. The conspiracy of power? Systemic oppression in confined spaces? Property as a source of financial speculation? And the way we inscribe ourselves in the world from an ideological dimension? Twisted maternal love? Paternal abuse? Ongoing hatred, sudden loves. What ultimately shapes the world are agreements, conspiracies. Ways of occupying a place in the world and taking it, adhering, staying, building it, being there, and resisting to develop and design dynamics of oppression. How to deal with the implementation plans of singularity? Maybe it has already happened, and we haven't even noticed? 
M2- Maybe just take a nap, dude. You've got a twitch in your eye.
 M1- Humanity is about to shed its shell!
 M2- Like a butterfly unfolding its wings from the cocoon?
 M1- More like a suicidal clam that can't stand its shell anymore and heads into the sea like sea snot. An experiment, you know... To become something else, as if a decrepit god full of prosthetics wanted to use everything, absolutely everything. The weather, gender, race, technology, to keep acting upon all things. The underlying issue is that the power domes adapt. They're chameleons, they reorganize, and the simple act of giving the machinery a makeover is a lucrative business. They build structures that are real, that run over you like a drunk truck driver. Real estate gentrification and cryptocurrencies, they're real. I've even paid rent with that shit. 
M2- Dude, don't get yourself tangled up in that bullshit. Nobody ends up cool there. That's why I don't dive deep into internet trips. I mean, I'm in, but with a lot of caution. Like using a stick to get termites out and that's it. All about Blender and Linux. Please don't come at me with cryptocurrencies being some radical path to liberation. 
M1- Corporations are diving into the performance of your life. The mess of exes, their databases already know if you're going to get diabetes, or if we're the risk group that will start a guerrilla, things that haven't even happened yet. Everyone like recruits in a deep and collective dissociation. In posting, liking, the stupid opinions that trap us in the middle and get us used to living like in a damn virtual zoo. Unfathomable darkness traffics emotions in speeches that inscribe a sense of things that legitimize a discourse of power in behaviors we normalize. We assume, we replicate. Even in the most intimate, private space. 
M2- That's why you should just climb a tree and throw poop at tourists. I've been telling you for a long time that iPhones are messed up.
M1- It's clear right away that decolonial discourses are only profitable for the fashion world and hardly for communities, at most they become a discourse that pushes them to become commodities. But that sounds more like a last resort than a thoughtful choice. Everything is messed up beyond belief, gender awareness, cutting-edge technology like cryptocurrencies and AI, the virtuality that has the power to impact the material world, manipulated gender and identity processes by corporations.
M2- Shut up for a moment, just become more monkey-like, embrace your inner monkey. Relax a lot, just drop those damn antidepressants, man. Grab a stick, dig out some termites, and that's it. It's not that hard. You don't have to chase after that MBI your boss wants so badly. Seriously, just quit that job.
M1- Is what you're suggesting a radical simplicity?
M2- Yeah, man, just disconnect from all that crap.

Javier Gutiérrez