a questionable inquiry

Everywhere you turn, the overcast
skies of your mind weigh you down
with endless inquiry and doubt.

To be and not to be.

What responsibility do these shoulders carry?
Or want? Or hope to finally put down?
To whom is this responsibility owed?

Can you compartmentalize yourself neatly
into slots of nature and nurture?
These desires of your heart - are they your desires?
What authorizes these desires? Or who?
What authorizes them as yours?
Where do you dwell? In what? In whom?
Who unveils you, and how do you unveil?
In what violent silences are you implicated?
Would you interrupt “collectively inherited epistemic frames”?

What structures of thought and habit bind you?
What holds you back? What takes you forward?
How do you begin to disentangle yourself?
How do you disrupt the enforced linearity?
What if you don’t? What is liberation worth?
Can you imagine equality? What does it look like – to you?

What does silence mean to you?
How do you escape the siren’s melody?
What does it mean to surrender to its song?

What is your educational ideal?
Where does your educative utopia lead you?
Who is coming along on that ride?

When were you last brave? What did it take?
Where do you look for courage?
Where do you draw the line? And when?

How do you engage with your belatedness?
How do you take responsibility for the common world?

Where might we start?
And with what whimpers do we end? And where do we linger in the interim?