Untamed Region - Jenny Hval

It sums up the strange mood of our time

When nothing really makes any coherent sense

We live with a constant vaudeville of

Contradictory stories that makes it impossible

For any real opposition to emerge because

They can't counter it with

A coherent narrative of their own

And it means that we as individuals

Become ever more powerless unable to challenge

Anything because we live in a state of confusion

And uncertainty

I'm in a big house having big dreams

And next time I wake up

There's blood on the bed

Didn't know it was time yet

Or is it not mine

I feel old in this hotel

As if surprised to find I still have it in me

And yet so young

Hollow

Unsure if I'm young or old

I dip my finger in it

Smells like um warm winter

And I feel the need to touch everything

Everything in this room

Like a dog

I'm marking everything that belongs to no one

Bringing it close to me

Or life

Or something

I have big dreams

And blood powers

My own artistry

My combined failures