We flew to Tokyo for master classes.
Werner. Jerome. Landmark.
The auditorium filled with people, notebooks open.
Silent,
uncomfortable,
knowing the work that was unfolding.
No-thing.
Not nothing.
No-thing.
If you are not your body,
where is the you that you are?
If you observe something happen,
how much does observation shape what’s happening?
Where is what’s happening happening?
Where is the observation located?
We spent hours looking at the filters through which we see our lives.
By evening of the first day,
I got I’m the source of what happens.
That the man I am married to does not exist outside of me.
At night, me and my occurring husband