Planned Socialization Sarah Licht
I mark spontaneity on my calendar, underlined in highlighter bold enough to remind myself to remember of when it felt organic to find myself in the presence of another. Even now, the thought of a third dimension of being, seeing people in flesh, warmth replacing pixels feels like a cruel reminder, wingless bird observing blown dandelion seeds. The mapped hours blur into me waiting for the phone to ring, video to play blurred memories of us once feeling the grass between toes, hands holding what now holds our iPhones upright. It is easy to pretend we don’t have bodies at this angle, faces momentarily all that exists between us. Inside, we only breathe by clockwork, so imagine me as you remember. Silhouette in the sunlight, unable to reach the ground. Armor Suit, 3042 Liv Hage | pencil on paper
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