I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.

the seams concern me I look for the seams though I know finding them will destroy me there are no doors only curtains and insinuations of portals. do I dare map home, do I dare map my dreams? every object I turn objects which constitute this universe the blocks Today…