We go and we arrive. Or not. We listen and we hear what we think we recognize. Or not. We struggle to see but the eyes are too exhausted to perceive as the place at which we arrived will not exist for long.
We surrender; streaming inwards, sensing otherwise, focusing our attention on the underground fluxes, dancing. Now. The connections are palpable: the place, its time and duration, tempo, a momentary choice and duration, frequencies, sequences of rhythm. Us. We take a big breath to realize. We blink without noticing. We see the place, we feel us, we grasp the choices in another tempo. We realize that we can manage time, go backwards, stop if needed and do it again. We realize our dance makes a choice and we make connections. What connects us and the concrete place, its time and its duration, is rhythm; a rhythm which constitutes dance, which constitutes fear, a rhythm which constitutes pleasure. We blink. We realize it was only a movie.
