Moving through space, seeing ahead in time
Expecting more than one feeling, only bathing in the sublime
Rhythm removed, tempo uncertain — we have an agenda but no written plan
We are one orchestrated body, 18 legs, 18 arms, 9 heads, 7 bodies, 200 fingers and toes
Moving in several directions as one conglomeration
How do you live in a new place and call it home when you don’t know the people in it?
But time forms synaptic bonds, and shared associations and spaces form routines
Wandering through new time zones, learning a culture at surface level
It feels like childhood, every moment as a sponge for experience, hyperawareness of the intricacies of public behavior
Language and body movements relearned
Advertisements, store signs, posters, newspapers, television unfamiliar
Meeting humans elsewhere makes you find familiar codes
People are people, they say
Yet everyone is individual
Are you homesick yet?
Feelings of isolation are usually created in the mind
Home is everywhere, I am my body
My thoughts feel amorphous, and as I hear you over the phone through static and satellite I realize you’re not too far
A cyberweb of communication and temporal dissociation
Returning to routines of origin, “home” feels easily relearned
Time has passed but hasn’t left an impression on me
I and here are the same
Makes me realize time is expansive, places are everywhere
What’s your plan for postgraduation?
Contact Layla Chamberlin at [email protected].