what if we didn’t know...

what if we couldn’t know...

what if we could only feel...

what if we could only sense...

is there such a thing as an opposition?

what if it was all a kaleidoscope of relations?

When I look, I think in many ways.

Every moment is an interaction between myself and the reality of all things in relation to self. I make effort to consider as much as possible respecting movement and time.

Movement.

Each day is a gift of time and energy. When I wake, I try to tackle all the important things first so that I can get to the things I love the most. Movement for me is not linear but instead follows patterns of influence, and at times, with many voices.

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Broken ice, one night in Toronto.

Sometimes I feel like ice.

Breaking holds beauty.

When the ice breaks too much, it’s hard to remember what it used to be.