There is a forest. I enter the forest as it is in front of me, my path has led me here. I didn’t expect it, or maybe I suspected this would happen and I have to go through it to get to where I have intended to go. I forage my way, I forge my way, I find my way, I forest, I tree (at times) and at other (times) I am really just trying to get to where I think I need to go. I will find a path even if I have to make it. Maybe I stuff a few pine cones in my pockets and look up at the sky up there blue between high branches. I really don’ t have time to lie down on mossy green under tree, but alright, for a moment, but I don’t want to get lost in time as I have somewhere to go. I have to make something and the forest is just a way to get there. I could have taken the car, I suppose, and rode along the path that has already been made, but I want to feel my body through my feet taking my eyes along for the ride, all my senses absorbing, walking, dodging low branches, stopping for wild animal sounds (oh, a squirrel) and see slants of sun. But I do have to get to the other side, so the forest is just a way through to the other side where the theater waits.
There is a forest. I know it is there and I cannot wait to get there. I know that the forest is a place I can enter and wander in for the sake of wandering. I can spend an enormous amount of time inside a slant of light and feel it leave me, rather than me it. I become contiguous with it, roots branches underground - branches roots in the sky. Sentences fail, sometimes only w o r d one of them for a long time or & a color that smell reminds me of being 7 i am that witch of which i wanted to be but was afraid of fear insists insinuates loss living leaving lovinglalalalalalalala my breath
the wind i am here
3 dimensional walkwalkwalk i get
lost
entity or function
being lost
getting lost
take me, i only come this far
oh, the forest is the theater i will be on stage again and again
