SCRIPT Compost Mæssage (2019)

*Massage starting up

Oil, few mins*

Hmm…

I love massaging

I love when my skin touches your skin

I love rubbing

*adding earth*

And also..-

I love grapes

Green grapes

Red grapes

Seeeeedles grapes

I love them fresh but I especially love them at Albert Heijn TO GO

I love - stacking small expensive plastic packed portions of grapes in my fridge

And I love compost

I just really love compost!

I love soil,

I love it when the greens and the browns and the papers work together to create new life

it will stink,

And then it will damp,

And bubble,

And stink again,

And damp,

It’s beautiful

*putting cabbage and clementines as cups,

Take some time to massage*

Oh the sweet pleasure of putting my potato peels on a stinky pile of rotten nature!

*slow/tone of voice change*

But you know I live in the city

So I can’t compost -

which makes me very sad

*speed increase*

You know what also makes me sad?

‘Vegetarian shrimp but individually wrapped’,

The fact that my ritalin smoothie is just kiddy cocaine

The fact that paper cups are actually

not paper cups, that ‘zero waste’ is turning
into ‘extreme minimalism’

And the fact that watching Marie Kondo folding stuff doesn’t make me a better person!

*standing up*

How CAN’T I be sad -

If I have CHEST paint (!)-

from SUFFERING about ENJOYING things that fit in this dominant capitalist ideology (!)

*rubs compost, presses play*

SONG LYRICS

*softly singing/whispering*

Precarity….

Precarity…

I feel like the world is below my feet

But I’m stuck in a cage and I thing that it’s hard to opeeeen

*Soft dance*

*puts on beat*

*softly talking along lyrics*

Precarityyyyy

Precartityyy

[soft] precarity…

*loud lyrics*

I am so saaad

I am só maddd

I feel like the world is below my feet

but I’m stuck in a cage and I think that is hard to o-pen

The future is rough

Sleeping is tough

At the same time I’m wondering - WHY-
I don’t do com-post

I love compost

I want compost

I want to be no-waste

I want to be a vegan

But that thin slice of cheese is like the only satisfaction I have - right - now

In my li-i-ife

In my sad sad li-i-ife

…

ba-lance-less li-i-ife

my sleepless li-i-ife

money-less li-i-ife

In my-toxic li-i-ife

Precarity

Precarity (ah)