the cloth
“I” am not one, but multiple. I am multiplicities, truly undefinable; only so by that human. That so consequential human, and here-now bringing me to consciousness, to memory; to state that I am the landscape.
Absurdities aside, I am here to serve as setting. I am the landscape, I am narrative embodied; I am physical time, motion immediate, motion recorded, decisions small, decisions large, culture, nature, technology, all. I contain, absorb, respond, persist.
And so the sun rose on this sublime location..
We celebrate our ability to combust, that pure agency, motion. With bold strokes we test, feel, spin; accented, accents. Through this architecture, our envelopes, and our atmospheres, our personal interfaces become objects of attention. Intention, combustion, direction; spinning, running, falling, soaring, turning - given new form. What we accent here is fundamental; only changed our form - always changing our form. Us aggregations, us embodiment, us potential. We, the concentration of energy. We, the landscape given agency; look onward!
Sublimity, here, this embodied moment: attention! This arresting quality is available to you! Your theater is here! Now! Embody it! Be annotation!
This is a singular moment embodied. An embodied singularity; Concentrating, unfolding. An aesthetic situated, but “here” ever to shift: between you, between wind and you, rain and you, time and you, between all of it, and you. Be, feel, move, embody. “You” are energy intentional.