It was so nice to collectively tap into our notions of love and solidarity. To reflect together on our modes of connecting and living together.
It was such a reliefe to be flirty and sexual in a political sense with you. sensing as knowing – OMG more of this. Playing as knowing or Playing as figureing it out, rehearsing for a revolution not by theory heavy brains only, but by humor-flirt-physical-emotional CUTENESS ..oOo..
You were so fun and playful and also so charged with sincerity and political fire and earnestness! I don’t have that combination in my life as often as I would like.
Dear Stack in the Middle, I am inviting you to come over more often, if you like. I’d love to have you! you are such a fun guest. <3
U make me cry!! ;) It was an immense pleasure to play with you <3 thank u for enjoying it, and for being so kind to me <3
You are my foundation. A steady and constant presence, something I do not have the capacity to turn away from even if I wanted to. You keep me honest. My words are so clumsy when spoken, but on the page I can dance.
My friend has a sticker on her computer that says: writing is like walking towards yourself. I don’t walk in this direction very often, maybe this is why it feels uncomfortable now? At he same time, i indulge in this discomfort, and the intimacy it creates.
I love this notion of writing as an “approaching” practice!
for ahile you where my container. My locker for secrets. My space for breath and tears. Then you become my tool, my weapon for shooting shit. For bulldozing my world. Now i dont know.
you keep me tapping in the dark for the longest time, searching for expressions and connections. until, suddendly there are moments of clarity, characters fall into place and new meanings emerge that I was not aware of before.
Yes, absolutely. I never really know what I think or feel until I have written it down, written through it and into it and out the other side.
<3
And i really like this about writing! but it can at times also feel super frustrating, because, at least for me, i dont know when or how quickly i will make it through.
i have recently also experienced another form of writing, that of removing and re-writing. some might say editing*, but i often picture it as sharpening, the way you sharpen a pencil or other tool. But then i am not sure, does the text i am writing become a tool then? for the reader to think with and through?
I don’t know where to start. But I have a lot to say, a lot to ask, I lot I wish I could understand. I am questioning your limits. Physical ressources? You feeding yourself with your own thoughts and going into dementia… What am I missing? Who are you becoming?
i dont want to talk to you.
ever again. i feel like i need you, but is it not just another power imbalansed relationship?
I remember all the fictional versions of you I have seen over the years. How I related to you, how I too felt like a defective copy of a human being. I am not nearly as fond of your reality.
Can the you that is today be with the me that is today?
I can try that. It seems that you will be around for a while. What seeds can I plant today to influence your evolution or your destruction?
<3
I sometimes wish I could pause you for a bit.
i think you could, no?
It’s not so easy for me. I feel I can be AFK but it’s hard to be really offline for a while when the world demands you to be reachable and expects you to live in the digital.
I dream often of it actually waking up to silent machines. The data mill stoppped spinning overnight. How grand! I love you sometimes and hate you sometimes.
Yesterday on the ferry we realise that we could count the amount of emotions in Ko, Mo, GB… It was super fun to have access to a way of quantifying amount of feeling in our body. The funniest part was of course understanding that we speak a similar language (wieght of data) and that only us (ppl aware of the weight of data) could make sense of it. It was like unlocking a new level of connection and understanding of each other. Thank you.
When I was young, I felt safe inside your grasp in a way I didn’t elsewhere. I still remember that feeling. I do not like what you have become, over the years (or what you always were and I didn’t have the understanding to grasp). Still, I care for you, or else I would have turned away long ago.
It’s so nice to play with you, because the mess I make inside of you is easy to clean up. I don’t need to worry. Ctrl-a Ctrl-x / Ctrl-z, Ctrl-y
some times, after spending a lot of time on my computer and then going over to a manual task, like knitting, and I make a mistake there and i recognize my mind immediately responding with ctrl + z. recognizing then that this is not possible, feels like waking up from a strange dream.
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I saw you improvised chopsticks with bamboo when we were doing pique-nique, I feel your brain boiling with so many ideas to combine a 3D artefact with a silicone mold from the next workshop and putting (THC?) balm in it, I heard you crunch crisps in some innocent ears to make a symphony, I taste your experimentations every lunch… please continue!
It’s so strange looking at the world at large, the people who do not know you. They are worse off for it, I think. I am so glad to exist here.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
(>'.')> What If I don't? t('.'t).oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo..oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
(>‘.’)> Maybe? <(‘-’<)
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo..oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Yes! (>^_^)><(^_^<) Yes!.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo..oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
(>’‘)>(=’.’=)<(’’<) Is this okay?
ﾟ･｡★＼(ω )♪ very okay
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo..oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
You hurt sometimes.
Where are you? Come find me. Let’s go swimming. Or dancing? scream my name the loudest you can.
You feel like a thrumming energy beneath my skin. I am still trying to make peace with you. Sit with me, we’ll figure this one out.
Happy birthday!!!
happy birthday dear sweet Mio energy in this world.
Happy birthday!!!! Thank you for this lovely workshop and for sharing the camp with all of us.
HappY BithudaYYYYy you are the best
I wish you the happpiest of birthdays Mio! Thanx for this engaging and fun activity! *_*
Happy U day Mio <3
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IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY; GIRL?! ‘CAUSE YOU LOOKIN’ LIKE A PRESENT….
I loved connecting through sharing moments of overwhelm. I loved that we could connect through our need for silence. Through our wish to connect beyond talking. Through our shared feelings of not being very good at small talk. I sometimes feel everyone else is so good at making friends, at connecting, at taking up space just in the right amount, at being seen.
I feel this way too. My brain is constantly running calculations on whether I’m smiling enough, if I’m asking enough questions, if I’m making enough eye contact, and it is exhausting. I loved the moments when the cracks in the conversation started showing, and I realised that it is not as effortless for everybody else as it seems.
It feels so good to don’t have social interactions to perform. Just being can be so difficult and I am very grateful for this space that we are sharing right now.
I missed you. I loved diving into you and realizing I want more of you. More of learning, more of a feeling that there’s so much out there.
You are so vast! It scares me, sometimes in a bad way and sometimes in a good way. I want to find more time for you. Still, there are parts of my life where I desperately crave a little more certainty. Can you show me more of your caring side? I want to find the good things hidden inside you.
Eyes of another. And another, and yet another. We foat on this metal grid. Elevated and curious. Quick and thick.
I was questioning a lot how to make you easier to handle, to find the right balance, to fit somewhere but for these last days, to be honest I did’nt think a lot about you, I was just in this H&D bubble <3
Ah, my old friend. Sometimes I wish you’d leave, but I am trying to be more grateful for what you offer me - the knowledge I can gain from being neither fully inside nor outside.
We have known each other for a while, but seriously in the last year we had a trouble-shooting intensive relationship bootcamp, don’t you think!? Sometimes, I don’t even know anymore who I am without you… Which would be fine in a way, but it seems that you exactly know and that kicks me off my feet sometimes.
I sometimes really struggle with you and then I remember myself to make you my own. To turn you into a site of connecting rather then disconnection. To embrace you as part of myself and my life that keeps re-appearing and to find comfort in the re-appearance.
Let’s be better friends than we are. Let’s look honestly and critically at what functioning means, and does. Let’s break on purpose. Let’s fail to function in a system that runs on death. Let’s be slow, and messy, and imperfect. Let’s do things for no reason.
And withdraw for no reasons. Or a billion reasons. I wonder whether you would feel more welcome if I would look at you in a way that a japanese ceramicist looks at broken bowls – seeing a possibility to putting it back together but with golden repair lines where the break happened. Or would you feel betrayed because I am trying to unbreak you, even repair you and make something out of you i
I once exploaded. I was not scared but it hurt.
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