The Sacred Something : Gloss
Rubbing up against each other (which is also a thing), things thing, and thinking things think about things, which is just their thing.
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The impossible possibilities of decolonization
How can we embody the possibilities/impossibilities of decolonisation through dance?
Then a Cunning Voice and A Night We Spend Gazing at Stars
I welcome you. Go for a walk in the field. In the woods. Meadow. Desert. Street. Bring a roasted chicken dinner. Share it. All night there are sighs amongst us, a caress.
i can’t breathe…
They gasp, grasping for air. Resisting arrest. They collapse.