Knew what this was before I clicked and had to watch the whole thing again.

I don’t want anyone to know about you; I want you in/as ruin. I want you as absurd curiosity because, maybe it was aliens, right? That’s what they said about my people and our structures: it was aliensss mannn, it couldn’t have been Black and Brown people. And, maybe you were an alien. Right? People couldn’t have built those structures without white people? Well, nothing human could ever be so cruel. No one could have (tried to) exterminate a language from a people. It must have been those space specimens. The cover-ups and unidentified vessels of the white imaginary: cosmic colonizers.

“I sleep so you will be alive, it is that simple. The dreams themselves are nothing. They are the sickness you control, nothing more. I rush toward you in the summer twilight, not in the real world, but in the buried one where you are waiting, as the wind moves over the bay, toying with it, forcing thin ridges of panic— And then the morning comes, demanding prey. Remember? And the world complies.”