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The word kinetic resonates with me. I imagine everything moving very fast, back and forth, out there, and gradually as this feeling becomes part of me everything begins to slow down, to a hum, a pulse, a deep breath, a sense of a kinaesthetic self. No destination, no narrative, just movement, and this moment to ponder, to become aware of things passing, life passing by, this splash of water on my skin, the damp breeze across my face, the coffee, this liquid reality, like an illusion, the presence of a feeling.

My thoughts drift me away, a perception of today. Friday I was out cycling, yesterday was a fiddly day, with a 'photo cafe' in the early afternoon. Today, back to book making, I think.

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