sitting in a cafe. i went on a walk in the morning and evening
when i'm back home:
- start fielding for clovers group
- one walk in the morning and one in the evening
yesterday, eating a bitter plum in the kitchen,
sharing shadows in the park curling in, drawing with bodies, the spiral on your pocket, the curl of your hair, the hook of your earring, a blade of grass in our eyes, in the corner of a couch, on the foot of a chair
your warmth, pressing aganist you, even a light connection(construction) is a deep well
when you sit down next to me, it unlocks a memory or just a familar feeling
finding us mirroring each other. in little ways, of little movements, wanting to taste what you are tasting, what you are experiencing
i was reminded of the feeling
listening to another river. before ljubljanica and now the rotte
listening to your morse code
apple ...... . apple ... apple ... 1/2 apple ... .. apple
a tree, above us, branches growing from one screen to the next
parsley or coriander? tomorrow I’m going clovering
i was walking and thinking about how everyone is carrying around the same devices, so we have this collective memory of the devices we touch, and that's kind of beautiful that we all get to remember something together. i wish it wasn't a phone, but i guess that's how it will be for now.
your world of drawing
... days later
often before sleep i think of lying in the grass under the tree
i wish i could write html in a dream
maybe when we are together next, can we make 2 shirts that say, "dreams work" and wear them somewhere
it reminds me that i would still like to make something about sleep. maybe we can explore sleep together
sorry if this all sounds like too much.
when i feel things i have a lot of ideas
the movie is starting...
