## The terra incognita of those utopias that remain veiled from us They say pretty girls make graves I miss artsy-antsy girls, and track bikes, and all the fruits of bourgeois civilization I am in love with the death vibration of metropolis, the utter unsustainability of it all, the sheer narcissism of its operations – ==All I seek is the mood to create without a point, without a deadline, for the pleasure of the aesthetic moment itself== a systematic break from the ensnaring/captivating enterprises of capitalist subjectivities and narcissist fixations \\ ESCAPE VELOCITY Preliminary materials for the Next Great American Manifesto