In and out. lungs expanding and deflating. The new and the old. The present and past. The taking in and letting go. Experiences held and let go off. The tension captured and released… maybe in a moment or trapped in time amongst the rib like cage, solid and comforting. Security of the ignorance… the ability to not look further amongst the fleshy mass. To look and confront, engage with the dimensions and space. Weightless, comforting knowing a body so tainted by its surroundings.
Hundreds of people past me… bright lights surround me… a bustle at its own pace. I plod on, different heats of body mass flow past. Colour explodes on every wall. Grey skies prevail above me. I hear conversations of languages. I wait to grasp the moments that make sense to me. Where the body language is not the only form amongst the frame surrounding me. I think, I imagine, I play.
What happens when you play a game of Ludo? What does the dice inform you to do? You want to win. You want to stop the other person from moving. All in the name of fun. The communication is the fight to the finishing line. The elation of showing your worth through a game of chance. The freedom of letting fate choose your path. No responsibly other than the choice to take part. Setting yourself up to fall or reign.
Imagine a land so full of spectacle. Everywhere you look there is something that changes your view on reality. Suddenly a stream of gigantic gold frogs pass you by, the sky remains grey, never transforming continually consistent. Your speech is uncomprehendable it does not always communicate what it needs too. It is a land that is so confusing but the intrigue is what excites you. Everything you imagine could be possible.
This is my land of CEP.
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