Find a space with your partner, listen with your body and note your noticings
With Hannah Graham-Martin...
Whispering walls, telling stories emitting chatter but faceless. Cold, alone but not alone. Loud feet sqeaking fading, fading gone. Cold and hard, white and clinical yet warmth from the familiar. Itch, moving muscles pressed against the wall. Loud deep voice, soothing, giving guidance, but not to me, can't quite hear, it's not for me. Smell... smell, I can smell perfume - hers - and wood or at least I think I can. HELLO?! Not to me, not noticing me. Creaking. In my own world but life is still going on around me. So alive, so loud, wedges of space and time more accessible than others. Open doors. Closed doors. Stomach growling. I'm hungry, my body knows this. What do others see? hear? smell? Am I alone in my own observations? World is muted until each new big bang in which a flurry of activity invades my ears
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