for a future V: I’m in a soup

She’s in the soup. A Protoctist Naiad of Klamath Lake, dressed in a broth of post-terrestrial out- fits. Inhaling with the skin, perceiving the world with her whole bodies, she grows plant-like. Her aqua-botanical environ- ment is distinct from the purported stability of the soil, in which most other plants are rooted. She calls it a hypersea, a postmordial sea of countless and interconnected conduits. She assumes and entails an evolution or a transformation of forms, of the relations of matter and form and of the interval between. Herself sipping, dripping, expiring the liquids. An osmosis

of blue magic. She is composed of evolutionary stratified and stratifying assemblages of desire. Once, she has
a body of a fish or a frog that reacts to ee2 as if it were a natural estrogen. Induced with an agar-based growth medium she is creating an optimal condition for abstract sex. She em- braces the liquid, the mutable, the ever-flowing weavings through ourselves, running rings around each other. The dead cells of the uterine lining flow through her vagina. The deciduous trees and shrubs of the NTZone, rows of cells at the base of the leaf stem die. She has no definition, no meaning, no way of telling each other apart – cut from the running flow of life demanding taking a line of flight towards destratification – a felt experience of change on a nature-culture continuum. More than half of you consists of her. LIFE itself is the body running out of her. Blooms turn the water an opaque foul green. Underwater Nymphaea of dirt, she assumes the language of stones. She requires a change in perception and conception of space-time, the inhabiting of places, and of containers, reservoirs, cal- dera lakes or envelopes of identity. She is a leader of this LIFE, an extremophile that could survive the low-oxygen, low-pressure, and high-radiation conditions of outer space. She knows that a truly liberatory being would seek to deconstruct the enforced link- ages between biological sex, performative gender, and heterosexual desire. She resonates with a future and a past, porous to ancient Greek mythology, where the fear of ocean and the body of the unknown are linked to water and madness. Semi-permeable folds and foldings, plying and multi- plying, plicating and replicating. Within the ambience of heat, a predator attacks and poison gas eruptions. In this soup, she remains eternally young.

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Post-CRASH scenario with: bobtail squid, Donna Haraway, Luce Irigaray, Lynn Margulis, Dianna McMenamin, Luciana Parisi, Sadie Plant, Wetware, Wired.

Text by Dorota Gaweda and Egle Kulbokaite