In transience, translucent skin: A photo poem

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Moving through space, seeing ahead in time 

Expecting more than one feeling, only bathing in the sublime

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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?

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But time forms synaptic bonds, and shared associations and spaces form routines 

Wandering through new time zones, learning a culture at surface level

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Makes me realize time is expansive, places are everywhere 

What’s your plan for postgraduation? 

Move around.

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