Gravity
What does it feel like, to walk?
To slightly lift a foot, the other one grazing the ground beneath us, tracing it.
To follow the pull towards the specific mass
of the future, our speculation that we are, in deed, going somewhere. A gravitational force that imprints the soil, pulling you forward in time and downward in space. The traces of movement left lying on the ground, like yellowing fallen leaves.
The wonderful cadence of not knowing what you are doing, but doing it anyway
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