movement at the station

this time there was stability in movement.

in tandem we sifted, walking the line between entitlement and ownership. everything we wanted placed to one side.

playing tetris with possesions. i let go of everything held onto too long. my relief prints trace the way from there to here. moving small boxes into small rooms. i do not leave this place for days.

with hands plunged in dirt and shredded paper we reassure ourselves we have arrived. in the glow of a monday the first seedlings are upright and pushing for progress. i resolve to mimic them.