Together. Driven by events we move — we are like a field in the wind filled with plants rising toward the sun.
Waves of emotions, enclosed in a body, spread out into the surrounding.
Dreaming of places, experiencing them in our mind. Spatial coordinates of a virtual world that inevitably spills over into the real.
Being able to sense the temperature of a place, its scents, the quality of light. The murmur of a stifling mass, united toward one direction.
A feeling of intimacy. Real, Unreal?
Dissolving into the mere perception of time, of light, of our breath.
Truly understanding our connections with others.
Being permeable, connecting our intimacy with sociality.
Adapting our bodies, our gestures, to what exists. Not modifying, but being modified.
The passage of solitudes in temporal containers. Layering of memories. A thought dedicated to a stranger.
Lives we have not lived but can imagine.
How to try to imagine the emotions of relationships we do not experience. Some act of heartedness. The creation of a mirror of the real.
Multiplying the experiences of an individual to get to the plural.
Being nude, facing oneself.