Who sleeps well at night? I feel an electric sensation in my left ankle. Who digests well after eating? They are holding their swollen bellies with their hands. Who feels sane in the head? The energy peaks. Cats know it. Speaking to yourself with a weird voice. Moving without being able to stop. “She went cuckoo in the head”. Where is all this energy coming from? Tell me how you feel.
There is a maladaptation of the primal human body to present living conditions. The sympathetic nervous system is meant to react to stress stimuli in two ways: either fight, or fly —for the survival of the species. But when I’m looking at my iPhone screen freaking out at a video of cops throwing a migrant’s tent in the garbage while the guy is still sleeping inside, I have nowhere to run, nobody to attack. “Montrer les crocs.” Then it sits there, it becomes chronic stress. Thoughts love to loop. “If I can’t dance I don’t want to be part of your revolution.”
Dance, in advertisements for luxury shoes / A man pooped by his cover down my street. 2021 : I’m dancing for Boris Charmatz in the Grand Palais, the show is patroned by Chanel. It was postponed again, because of you-know-what.
They -someone- are developing robotic bees to polinate the world. I am afraid of technologies. HOLD ME. CLOSER. I am blinded = I cannot see where we are going. But Donna Haraway says Children of Compost (symbiont children) will be so sure of future purposes. And it does seem fun to grow butterfly antennas on the head. Handy.
Would you offer me one of your speculative gestures? May I offer you one of mine?
MOVING FRANTICLY – LISTENING TO VERY TINY THINGS — INVENTING MYSTICAL CHANTS — FINDING THE MAIN CHARACTER — THE OTHER ONE — RETELLING HERSTORIES