Bodies in motion
#21 They never really touch (apparently)
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In constant movement. With or without direction. Imposed or spontaneous, it’s a flow. An embrace or a shock, the impact marks our flesh and feeds our mind. Creating light out of lonely times, the encounter gives hope; it shines. The human touch that enlightens a face with a smile. From invisible to feeling seen. Bodies in motion are exhilarating and thrilling. Without them, we wouldn’t be. They never really touch, apparently. C’est la physique qui le dit.
Moving freely comes with a price, tangible or culturally abstract. We’re never truly free— end of the story or start of the agony. From society to minds and physicality, the embodiment we carry doesn’t run without limits. Its simultaneously strong and fragile machinery requires care to face all stimuli. Blurred silhouettes on the horizon paint the social complexity of constant interaction. A current that we face each day, floating or fighting against. Echoing voices and rearranging atoms, lost touches and crossing shadows, from maths to individuality, carrying bodies can feel heavy.
Colliding, they bring fear and questioning. Questioning of expectations being fulfilled, of dreams to materialise. Still. Aren’t we simple bags of meat? Like the animals we mistreat. Forgive me, our consciousness makes us free of sins. Highly enlightened. Joke aside, time flies and years go by — the awakening.
What is there to save? Who will win? Is that the reality we wish to live in? Silences soothe as they kill, pretending bodies are thriving when minds are dying.
L’intensité des corps, cette rencontre qui émeut.
Des aveux, sans filtre ni manipulation affective. La chair ne ment jamais ; elle existe et permet de vivre. La chair trace la ligne d’une vie ; elle invite une âme à y faire son nid. Sans préavis. C’est la surprise prochaine qui inspire, là où l’étrange et le familier s’attendrissent. La douce violence d’ombres sur une peau, l’éclat aveuglant d’une lumière qui enivre.
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