Warm

What if I was Sade and time stretched to half speed? I could live in that question. For a while all I could write were these sort of suspended, zero gravity incantations. I still listen to the recordings, which isn’t something I often do.

I am very interested in slow motion because it is different than regular motion. Usually, I am not very present. I spend most of the day trying to soothe anxiety and failing. I just run around from thing to thing in my head, searching for a comfort that never comes. It is a really obnoxious drama. Listening to music has always been a kind of womb world for me, something closer to a breath before I start running again. Making music, when its going well, let’s me stay there longer. Slow motion adds even more time to time.

The footage… I can barely write about. I go to a warm place while I’m making things but I’m always alone. What if everyone was there? What if I lazily groomed them all and it took forever? What if the steam from the hot springs had a VHS stutter, perfectly still for split seconds before rising again?