Spaces filled with words and thought, spaces filled wth light and emotion. Dance is the form, watching the negative space fill. The negative space, the space we don't inhabit with out bodies. But if you could look carefully at that negative space you would find it positive - positvely filled with connections and links, hopes and dreams, wishes filled and dreams shattered. The negative, the negative positive space.
Red walls and an unadorned ceiling, smooth wood tables and framed posters hanging. A long counter, and three good friends all sharing a single plate as they settle in and settle down. Out of time, here is the place to catch a breath and do good work.
Perhaps to bleed out thoughts and lines. Lines on a paper, I can pull out one of any of the books surrounding me. Calligraphy, careful lettering. And I understand none of it. I am in the East Asian library, working surrounded by a language I do not understand, by knowledge unattainable by me. Is there anything I can do to combat this slide? Is there anyline I can grasp? I live moment to moment, from petal to sunrise, from crocus to rooftop, and I live, laugh, love.
Both here and hence
life is but a walking shadow
That would resolve itself
- allie
- i am a liver, a lover, a giver, another. a friend, a foe, what have, you know. i fight, i write, i read, i need, i am, not sam, but me.
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