Category: Walking
Now at just past 8pm I started walking. Well not quite. I was thinking about walking. I felt a charge that I usually feel when I prepare to start walking. I want to use this charge, use it here in this space. I’m noticing the difference in perception, of how I am to be somewhere even though I am still, sitting. My time is timed and my breathing is anxious. Reality is thicker but more transparent and I feel a tiny rush of adrenaline heightening my awareness. The sound of space, undefinable white noise cooked together by a breath. The outside and inside overlap, the thought life and perceived experience experience experience. A mix of anticipation, wonder and colours with a slight pressure on my upper cheeks. I am still walking through a moment of infinite expansion. Folds are no longer folds, textures become packaging. I wonder how long I’ve been walking. The screen is bright. And my fingers make sounds and move like ants. Quick with sudden breaks. And I dream of green. My lips are dry and I lick them. Breathing in – feeling the air warming up in my mouth before it enters. I’m in the room, still. Sitting. Scratching my forehead slightly. Ok, I’m here.
May 6th
May 6th
Recorded on the 1st of May 2020
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I start my walk alone
but I am not alone
in the park there are lots of other people walking
keeping a distance
some people ruin the time outside
playing music from their phone, that nobody wants to hear
I walk behind an older couple
I slow my pace to match theirs
so I can keep a distance
people don’t know how to react in these times
you overtake somebody and they get annoyed
they fear you’re getting too close
dogs are barking
I stop at the sensory garden
a garden for the blind
there’s a wind chime that chimes when the wind blows
the town hall bell rings as the clock strikes 3
there’s lavender planted here
there’s almost too many people in the park
I thought of you two as I made my way through the woods
pictured you walking next to me
your footsteps mirroring mine
and we walk past yet another person, playing awful music from their phone
we pass children on bicycles
dogs and people
some people smile, others don’t
some people say hello, others go by without a word
its spring here
the time of year when the temperature changes
one minute its warm, the next it’s freezing cold
its hard to decide what one should wear
there’s a mixture of choices going on in the park today
some are dressed in hat and fleece
others shorts and t-shirt
I wear a thin jumper and a thin jacket
comfortably warm, I like to be warm
I feel more comfortable
I pass a section of the path
where trees cast a shadow, as the light shines though its branches
down onto scattered shards of stone and rock,
reminding me of a similar scene in Finland
I forgot what time of day it is, as I say good morning to someone who passes by
it’s 10 past 3 in the afternoon
I stop by the pond in the park, its covered in green algae
its quite beautiful, its trees casting a shadow on its surface
you just have to look past the rubber tyre and plastic bottle
I walk past a family of four, two young girls
each parent sat on separate benches, both with phones in their hand
paying no attention to the children
I past the pond now, from the other side
there are patterns and swirls in the algae
its like a painting, a painting in the water
all the while birds are chirping, dogs are barking
ducks are waddling
I picture you both again
but this time in your own countries, in your own landscape
and I remember they way you walk
I see your faces and you smile
and that makes me smile