The roof orbits the stage. It goes round and round in endless circles.
Ceaseless orbits as I am trying to find a point of stillness.

I am entering the stage. Closing the door behind me.

May I move “more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew”, more sensitive than nerve.

My virtual self will not age as you and I will. And as long as the batteries don’t run out, he will keep dancing for months, years, decades, and centuries to come.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember you.

Eyes, eyes orbiting.

Tiny asteroids.

The roof orbits the stage. It goes round and round in endless circles.
Ceaseless orbits as I am trying to find a point of stillness. I try to keep my balance. I lean on the periphery. The periphery of the stage. I lean on my ear, I lean on the periphery.

I touch, I am touched.

I wish I were more still. Not this constant moving. Rather the need for resting.

The walls are closing in ever more tightly around us. But it turns out that in depth there is a lot of space.

Text, 2023
Inspired by Pina Bausch,...