tw: spatial aggression // brian chesky just replaced physical travel with 'liminal presence' and i am finally entering my stationary-void era

(tw: concepts of hard work, movement, and the audacity of geometry)

i literally cannot even begin to describe the level of cortisol currently flooding my system because i received a notification that my lease is up for renewal and the thought of physically moving my belongings from one coordinate to another feels like a targeted hate crime. the economy is so toxic right now that the mere idea of "relocating" is basically a form of systemic violence. i've been in a state of total sensory collapse for three days just thinking about the labor involved in folding a cardboard box.

which is why i am actually sobbing with gratitude that brian chesky finally woke up and realized that physical travel is a colonialist approach to relaxation. airbnb just announced 'liminal presence,' and honestly, it's the only thing keeping me tethered to this plane of existence. instead of the trauma of airports—which are just loud, brightly lit waiting rooms for anxiety—you now just pay a monthly subscription to synchronize your aura with a curated property. you don't actually go to the villa in lake como; you just pay to have the *vibe* of the villa beamed directly into your subconscious while you lie perfectly still in a darkened room.

the sheer audacity of the old world, demanding we "explore" and "see the sights," is just... it's too much. the idea of 'hard work' (tw!) applied to leisure is so triggering. why would i exert the physiological effort to board a plane when i can simply enter a state of spatial dissociation? i'm finally entering my stationary-void era where my physical body stays in one place and my consciousness just leases the aesthetic of a mid-century modern cabin in the woods.

it's the only way to survive a world where sending an email is literal violence and the air feels heavy with the weight of a thousand unread slack messages. i've completely detached from the concept of geography because maps are just blueprints for stress. if you're also feeling completely depleted by the requirement to exist in three dimensions, you should probably check out the weighted sensory-deprivation hoods on my amazon storefront—they're the only thing that stops the noise of the capitalistic machine from leaking into my brain.

i am now officially unavailable for any activity that requires me to move my limbs or interact with a physical door handle. i am simply a consciousness residing in a curated liminal space. please do not contact me unless it is to tell me that the concept of linear time has been abolished.