And you know, even in this moment I came to a point where the road ends. I’m walking around the neighbourhood. I’ve reached a private gate that marks a change in the direction of my journey: no trespassing. Although the two dogs do look friendly, looking straight at me, blinking. So I think: turning around and going somewhere else is not so unusual after all. Even quite mundane. Happens several times a day to some people, they say.
Just to be clear, this text is dictated. But to think about futures is to imagine, if not in words, then in images. There will be moving images.
Everything’s ok, I was looking for sugar, spice and everything nice, and something to prepare for already now. Should we still be excited and think about queered futures that will come? Yes. It’s uncomfortable to be in the present, so all that’s left is to think about them, both distant and near.
I am here and now. And you are here and now. There’s no five-year plan, there’s no hundred-year plan, there’s no plan for the future that is nice.
Maybe one day I’ll become a linguist. But for now, an exhibition.
– Agnė Jokšė
