haven’t found a moveable rhythm. unpacking, i am still compressed, much as i was prior to trekking. still need to shake loose, decompress, unfold, decurl. silenced histories threaten to rewind. write to find my way forward. unpacking just needs to happen.
making: the conduit bent and behaved a tad differently than expected but definitely with doability. lacking mastery, the skeletal underform will function, but i haven’t sensed its surface, its skin. thumbed out words and visual rubberized gesture yet to merge. still stymied. get up. play. it will come. though its slowness concerns.0