on the road // a shift in perspective

Here a few notes from a journey across Spain, eruptive and contemplative, vulnerable and iridescent; jotted down on the go:

…You look good, different… and yet you. Another version of you from your spectrum. The sky becomes overwhelming, suddenly overpowering. Its expression hints at the coming hours, the coming night, even though we don’t yet know where or how we’ll spend them. 

Writing whilst on the move, whilst travelling, is an encounter with another ‘me’ from my spectrum. Nowhere for long, nowhere at home. Belonging nowhere and yet: do people read my face as I read the sky? Sometimes. If we really do meet. Like the storm that hit us and took us hard last night – innocent indeed, yet elementary.

Give us more ‘self’’ that is held, to let this feeling flow on forever and transform it into a rhythm, that transcends rational thinking into…maybe an artistic intelligence? 

The sky is dark and full of clouds. Check in. Check out. Getting on, getting off. A familiar sound. The sound of being on the move, of travelling, of burning – immediate – as an exchange of presence and self.