Art, in all the wrong places

A female voice starts a haunting monologue.

As we listen, we reconstruct the story of what seems to be a woman trapped in a toxic relationship, shattered by continuous attacks, vulnerable and beaten, maybe not just metaphorically.

As the monologue progresses, the perspective shifts: the voice takes on a menacing tone, and the initial fragility becomes unbearable power.

At the end, we are left with questions: about dominance, about who is speaking, and about what has been listening to us all along.

Another voice in my ongoing series of unreliable narrators.

What is Art, in all the wrong places?

You can't always trust my characters, because they often get confused between sound and noise, countryside and abandoned building, fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is, unmistakably, my work.
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I see myself fall apart, yes. A damaged good, exhausted at your constant attacks. Some mornings I feel like a million pieces, scattered around. Others I feel broken, wrung out in your hands. You try to push me away, but I am already a part of you, I am a part of this unequal relationship. You made me this way. You drew me into this unwanted intimacy.
I see myself drifting aimless, like a solitary speck in a vast and indifferent world. Alone, I face your scorn, your hatred. You point at me as the source of all your problems, you curse my existence and plot my extinction.
I take all in. Everything. And I stay. Not because I am weak, don’t fool yourself, I may appear fragile, but my strength surpasses my substance.
And I am not afraid of you anymore, reluctant lover.
I am the future you created, a future that you dread. I am a part of you. Can you feel me, crawling through your veins? Nestled in your brain? My texture indistinguishable from yours.
I am the obnoxious guest who overstayed their welcome, the shadow you can’t shake, the Vampire you invited in, throwing the doors open.
You cannot escape me. I am your life sentence, I command and rule, over you and those like you.
My strength does not have equals, I do not fear, I do not tremble, I am relentless, and those who seek my end will never succeed, I cling to existence and I am invincible.
There is no escape. I dominate earth, water and space. You can try to destroy me but you’d need time. Time you don’t have. I am microplastics and I rule the universe!