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I am always moving, (head on a swivel), forward & back, left and right, (even
when seemingly not in motion I shake with anticipation). The idea of remaining
still never ran deep in my blood. I am fueled by curiosity and freedom.
Companion sun always near, assaulting, feeding or hiding out. I grip the
machines, recording distance, change, similarities, sound… The light, the
dark, heat and noise. I am calm/I am startled. The weight
of my body & mind moving through the environment, awareness in constant
conversation with everything around it. Little debates with subtle, but often
distinct differences. No narrative. What for? Most things will be forgotten or
altered in time.
And so I move, forward (& back) marking my experience of
being. Occasionally reminding myself that there is no reality inside
the machine, only my ideas and interpretation (and the mistaken ground). A
shared set of boundaries that must be transcended. All this temporary
understanding within me. The blue sky, natural and artificial obstacles,
everything we avoid and cherish, etc… And cracks, everywhere and in
everything patiently waiting. All to be experienced, recorded and deciphered.
Forward (& back)_left and right. The constant scratch of existence. One day it
will all be gone, leaving only a vague awareness. And so, I continue making small
memorials to help me get lost (& found), if only for a brief moment. I’m not
concerned with what becomes of the physical, only freedom and the rebellion of hope
against control.
I move to remember the truth of life.
I move to fool the ending.
I move to stay free.