i loop. time loops. i am repeating myself. time is repeating itself.
i remember a conversation from weeks ago. was it online. was it on the street.
he says: i can’t think straight. i am strangely confused. i seem to go round in circles. i am worried about my cognitive capacity.
i say: ah, yes, mine goes like that as well.
then i continue and say: you know, my mind is a little trippy most of the times. i tend to let it fold into the art stuff. my dream and fantasy sequences are generally a good site for that part of my thinking. what i started doing since mid-March is to let it fold into my day-to-day stuff and conversations more than usually. i almost consciously step into that mode and let it guide me through this strange now. it seems fitting. as i say this i realise that that is precisely what i have been doing. i have a series of messages that give evidence of how my dreams become a thing that is less closely guarded than normally. even my day dreams are the subject of my talking and writing now. as it write this i begin to wonder if my movement also gives evidence of this.
what happens to my walk
what happens to my sense of touch (notably when moving from plank to sphinx to locust and back towards downward dog.
what happens to my core muscles and my stomach when the latter gets nervous and worried.
how does fantasy manifest bodily
is this even a thing.
below the dandelion i correct myself: my dreams were never closely guarded. but what i would guard closely are the bodily sensations, the effects on movement and perception these would cause in me.
