"humans do not put an end to desertedness, they make it sacred."

"those people who come to the island indeed occupy and populate it; but in reality, were they sufficiently separate, sufficiently creative, they would give the island only a dynamic image of itself, a consciousness of the movement which produced the island, such that through them the island would in the end become conscious of itself as deserted and unpeopled. the island would be only the dream of humans, and humans, the pure consciousness of the island."
-gilles delueze
if we become one with the function of our movements and interactions, then, and only then will we understand the movements and rhythms of the land. to understand the elan of creation and movement is to give reason to the fervency of our wanderlusts. the movement of humans inevitably carries the burdens of ritual and mythos. our greatest differences lie in the geography of the imagination and how we choose to link separate spaces.

i have long searched for a place to be. whether a state of mind or physical locus, i want to exist with simplicity and in turn, to be content. the various movements of my body, urges and sensations yearn for logical clarification. in compartmentalizing emotions, they can only remain separate and further confuse consolation. i have come to believe this is an erroneous process and that i am only denying myself experience. it is in the act of travel that i find myself happiest and it is in this search which yields the greatest pleasures of life.

still, there is a division between vertical growth and horizontal movement. "now i'm weaker than the palest blue. oh so weak in this need for you." is it my wants and desires which keep me in one place? it is my nature to sit and observe when rather, i would be running free. i can see why a lover's dream is not so different from the six days of creation, or a suicide bombing.

is there not eloquence in a sunrise? often, my words fail to articulate what i am feeling, even in the simplest of terms. so i choose to remain silent; this is the greatest death of all. but i am not unhappy when i have nothing to say. i will learn to follow the whispers of my body, and i will learn to listen to yours.

body and mind are inseparable, for what i feel is what i know, and what i know is what i think about.