chew

Why wander with a river?

to settle in restlessness
to consider stretching as a movement
to explore currents, flows, histories, and human + more-than-human communities
to look on, through, along, under, over and in
to find new perspective on home, community and place
to feel the inadequacy and inappropriateness of your want to pin something down
to realise that to move and be un-pin-downable is central to queering, and essentlal when attempting to find new ways of looking and listening and understanding and being
to know that changing direction is possible

Whilst walking, I dropped my orange, it rolled away, its plump form becoming coated in grit and mud.

I held the swollen, juicy bulbs in my hand and walked to the rivers edge.

Cupped in my hand, I swished the segments in the rivers current before sucking the fruit over my tongue. Water drenched citrus filled my mouth. My Aber. The freshness brought relief to the fleshy softness of my palette. Glands excreting saliva.

I wonder how polluted the river is?

chew

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suck

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taste

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consume

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delicious

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disgusting

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chew 〰️ suck 〰️ taste 〰️ consume 〰️ delicious 〰️ disgusting 〰️

the prospect that we have gotten to an incurable place feels completely overwhelming.

We are encouraged not to doomscroll. it’s bad for our health and head. In this state we stay completely static in our body, still and set, and our eyes dart up and down, up and down, thumb tickling the movement along. Our bodies are set. But our eyes are moving our being to somewhere else.

Somewhere out of sight.

Somewhere in our mind.