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Lancaster Gate

Maybe everyone is a being unto themselves. Actually every one is a being unto them selves. And then we become entangled in this human (being) world. Being becomes subsumed by human imperatives. It doesn't need to be this way. A Little Photo Book, I have so many. I'm thinking about photo movies again. And playing with the piano, making sounds, maybe in C. C. Collecting. Composting. Collaging. Composing. Composure. Contemplating. Circular. More like a loop than a circle. A sense of phasing, slipping out of time, these embodied harmonies, in and out of sync, resonating. We hum, sing, dance, walk, write, wander, wonder, for no reason, except to imperceptibly find harmonies, harmonies felt, an embodied knowing, a practise of moving ourselves in whatever ways we can, each day, knowingly.

"My favourite subject is saving the Earth". How would you like the Earth to be tomorrow? Today, concrete reality entombs humans. How would you like to be tomorrow?
School strike for climate

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