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Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly.  “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”

This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.”

I don’t know if you’re aware but even in that juncture, I am thinking of ways on how to freeze scenarios like those, also ways on how to let the whole world know that if permitted, I will never leave your place and that I will never go home despite the ebony-colored skies outside signalling us to part ways, well of course I didn’t have to be stubborn because I love you and you don’t know that so I left and you carried my books for me and paid for my fare as well

You and I drinking a sterilized milk in a box.

You and I eating a hotdog bun on a sunny Monday afternoon.

You and I playing Glow Hockey on my phone.

You and I sleeping beside each other.

You and I reviewing and arguing about the correct answers in the pre-board exam.

You and I eating mango floats.

You and I biting the hell out of each other’s skin.

You and I attempting to make love.

You kissing me gently.

You kissing me hard.

You kissing me politely.

You kissing my hair.

You kissing my forehead.

You kissing my nape.

You kissing the portion below my ears.

You french-kissing me.

You telling me to take care.

You looking straight in my eyes.

You tucking my hair behind my ears when you kiss me.

You holding my hand.

You hugging me tight.

You telling me you love me the moment we woke from a nap.

You asking for my hug.

You telling me you presume I’m your future.

You touching my bare skin.

You who left me fucking lifeless and wanting more.

You who made me listen to shitty break-up songs.

You who I trusted.

You who also I forgave.

You who I broke up with.

You that I loved.

You that I love.

You that I’ll love.

You again.