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ArtistAfro Samurai walking over in a busy metro city street across an air vent. His phone drops from his hands and he watches as it falls. Unknowingly a kind of time freezes. The phone falls into the stream of a stasis wind turbine that balances the weight and maintains the orientation of the phone with a mechanical breeze. Everybody on the street has turned to watch the samurai watching his phone suspended in midair.
Eventually and in the right setting the improbable can be distilled into the possible, probably.
Attention unwavering can be stretched thin. Signals, bells, whistles, and horns nestled throughout the city padded by, framed by, fleeting silence become our own training grounds.
The concrete jungle is a bouncy house of sound, a cradle of motion.
An effective approach to walking the urban tightrope remained dismissing the grappling hooks seeking to sink and reel any and all within their reach. How long did the gaze last he could wonder. How long had the incident been building to crescendo he hadn’t yet thought to ponder.
Tacking the waves of the city revolved around a purchased appendage, a steely mask.
The personal sun kept life in order, kept orbits on track.
A focal point for the self is shared too by any that feel its pull, that want to feel its glow.
Tacit swells across days laid the foundations for his sun to capsize. Who could lay such a web other than the collective unconscious? The cycles of dodging pitfalls, threading crowds, tracing lines shown by his sun with footsteps laid on the city’s fabric all somehow led to this moment; his guide leapt from his hold and dove. Wingless, the trip should have been an instant yet it felt to him as though jaws were wrapping around his senses, as though the city began to teeter. Well swept walkways showed few signs of the gust which now grasped his orbit. Resting and rolling on the well timed endless cushion his eyes caught glimpses of the glow once his own.
He wondered if his conductor, too, would succumb to the noise.
Realizing the absurdity of being floundered by the unseen, his gaze scattered and danced as he composed himself separate and thrust his hand into the hidden stream and freed his member.
Tracing the rest of the day’s paths was shelved as he digested the sticky moment within one of his tighter orbits.
