Escalate or/and not to escalate
The little scene: yesterday I told the model: we definitelyyy don’t scrub the floor the way you’re showing me. You don’t put your hand on the wet titled floor like as it's dry. Sometimes the model is so cute in creating absurd that they totally make sense in their own artificiality.
Then I walked and I walked, missing the tropical heat, though my body itself was in heat. Missing things I was not quite sure of. The unsettled body: this is something very human. Bah.
Then I said: I am going to apply my evaluation skills to evaluate myself. What makes a human look human is big, wild, fun. And what makes me a woman who belongs to this category is quite obvious. The anatomy is there, and a mixture of traits—we are all unique and, at the same time, predictable in our own distinct ways.
Okay: I passed the test. Human detected.
Though the justifications could also say: the proportions of my physical body and my mental body are not quite aligned with cultural and social expectations. It’s not so predictable that a woman like me would look like a woman like me. But anyhow, we need to take into consideration that in the human world, things fit statistics—but not always.
So let’s escalate. Escalate this woman. In this case, myself. escalate and then
BUmmmmm. And I wake up.
I have been playing with the theme of bread crumb, it's fun and I will need to create my own antihero to not keep using the marvel one.
