It’s great to have you here, dear visitors. There we are. There you are. We are here for each other. We try to be there for one another. Every touch, every collision, knows the poverty of our gestures, our actions, our songs. Yes, we are dispossessed of the use of our lives, our bodies, and places. It no longer concerns us, so to speak. And yet we want to try. This is our attempt. Your attempts will bear other names. Everything hurts us. Everything compromises us. Everything casts us in a bad light. Everything continuously exposes us to lies. But yes, nevertheless, despite everything, we believe that it makes a difference whether we are here or not. Whether we exist or not. Of course. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. Not here again. Not still. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have to be here forever. Our attempt makes a difference in this world. All of our attempts. And our failures too. Because we believe in the people who have found us and those who will find us in the future. Those who will come across us. Those we will come across. Those we attract. Who give us meaning because they create a place for us where things become possible. Places. Virtual or very concrete. This happening is the world we share among each other. In which we can and want to live. In which there is room for us. Without this world, we would be lonely. And without us, this world would be sad. But still, let’s not forget, all of this are moments. Tiny little moments. Breathing pauses. Flashes in the Matrix. Because the world remains bad. It remains a huge shithole. We won’t change that just because we know each other. Not because we cuddled one night. Not because we’ve found or built a few places where we can briefly forget the cruelties and rejection. No, on the contrary. There is no space, no place in this world where we can remain silent about patriarchy, fascism, and the fucking police. Because we are responsible for the practices that grant us power, that grant power to others, without challenging the order. It is simply the case that there is no separate space in which we function. The space is the world as it is. Now, in this moment. That’s the best you can say about this world. Also the worst. That’s why we will have to disappear from time to time. Dive underwater. Lose ourselves. Dissolve. Because we are sensitive. Sensitive to the government, sensitive to the idiots. We feel the wounds between classism and racism. And between the languages of love, we feel them—the homophobia and the misogynistic crap. But if you look for us, you will find us. In the dull corners, the mysterious rooms, the gardens and history books. With the big sisters. With the little brothers.
We need music as much as we need each other.
