Listening with machine.
Holding the walls open.
Arms strong.
Listening through capital for the persistence of soul.
Lucky to have arms, ears, a question.
Is the soul underneath, or is it throughout? Neither arms or ears are the essence, nor universal.
How does a soul speak out against exploitation? In a spectrum of voice: roars of passion, whispers of pain and love sing the machines, the people and the materials.
How to open the question itself: tear it apart, into parts, to see the assembly of forces that make up your question. See the longing and the joy that hold them together like sticky glue, to make your question possible. A narrative. Vertical tension.
The sad anti-capitalists have narratives fueled by longing and joy!