Friday January 20, 2017
The more I stretch, the more I need to stretch. I'm not trying to show off my flexibility. It's as if networks of tiny lungs have proliferated between my muscle fibers and the only way to pump air into them is to extend my limbs into new pockets of the universe. Sometimes my extremities collide with rare forms of matter, lawless, ungovernable particles, like when you wade into murky waters and brush up against mysterious life forms with your feet. It can be simultaneously startling and reassuring to know we are not alone…I must keep edging into the mystery.
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Ahora: retomo el pie forzado original de este archivo digital - documentar mi práctica diaria de movimiento en la orilla en 100 palabras