“You want cheap zen?” — Topological “one hand clapping” = the seam in a mobius strip where one surface joins its reverse, or the plane where a klein bottle is simultaneously inner and outer, the ambinity space where the shame of loving cheap beauty (for example of a yin-yang) and shame of that love blend into plasma, the stuff of transgressed taboo, hypercharged cringe.

And we want to center the marginal, normalize abnormality, establish revolutionary overthrow of the establishment? We want to flatten parallax, so the one-eyed man can be king of irony?  We have deflated counterculture of its spirit — its ambinity — and pumped this precious quality into normality…!

We paint icons of iconoclastic saints rebreaking the same shattered taboos, and we glow with comfy self-satisfaction as we receive pats on the head for being transgressors against orthodoxy. We piously recite critical thoughts without ever questioning our pieties. HR loves our rebellious ideas, our tattoo, the passions and adventures and quirks we dutifully list when we do a round of introductions. And art! It is so important to be creative.

We could not face the shame and fear and disorientation of being otherwise.