the reddi check internet battle saga minutes.

because this should be preserved:
provocation:



inspiration:


response:

snodance with me

reworked footage of the union square dansperiments


union square, death, silver and gold, snow storm

"dancing is powerful; it's how i experience my own wildness."
jennifer monson

people on the train.

i saw four people get on the train yesterday. they sat together.
three were missing half their teeth.
all were grinning.

touching.

"Greatly in need of comfort and support, I said to Elder Corelli, “I don’t suppose you’d let me hug you?”

He shook his head. “You know I can’t, Sister Welker.”

I stared at my hands, tangled in my lap. “Can I hold onto your shirt sleeve, then?”

He nodded, so I grasped the edge of his sleeve between my thumb and forefinger and held it, trying to pretend it was a form of human contact that offered any solace.

In any event, it was all I had."

(from The New York Times: Modern Love)




How often do we find ourselves in the position of approximating touch?
Old sweatshirts.
Songs.
Foods.
Dance.