Passion
Bending, earlier. Got a skirling twinge in my lower back — muscles clenching up like blind fists. Gingerly in the movement now.
Figures.
I’m tired and my voice is newly intermittent. (Had some steaming green tea for that a bit ago. Things don’t feel especially better.)
Saw this. Took this.
The colors were better in the real. Everything capped and framed by crimsons, golds, and blown glass blues. Here out of frame (and resolution), unfortunately.
At this second (now passed) I feel (felt) like screaming and dancing until I am (was) damp with sweat. Repeating on my stereo is a song about art and time. It is driving and lovely. It was free. Had I the technology, I would remix it into a grinning howl.
Dancing to it, in a storm, until the rain and sweat were falling the same.
“This is just a simulation…”