004. Magnetic Metropolis
This organism, the city—alive and breathing, slithering nowhere—is magnetic, is it not?
Some come with promised opportunities, they hold reputations of grandeur and class, and so we shape-shift into them, wear them like flesh-suits or auras to fit in, to achieve something. We move and migrate amongst bodies, finding new lips to kiss and new people to become. In cities we embody potentialities. One city might offer a body so firm and worked-to-the-bone and that’s who we become. Another might be palm trees and a certain forgetfulness of time and so we melt into a being who only knows to keep track of moon cycles. At times we are exiled, politically driven to be without home, untethered to our birthplace. And that pain of growing into a new body with odd arms and shallow breaths never really settles. It regenerates as an unfamiliar tail or a kidney stone or a twitching eye. And that body is magnetic, too, for suffering is a condition experienced by those with bodies. What if the city-body is magnetized by us, too? By the energy we bring to an unexpected sunny day? When the collective of humanity is gathered in one place, abuzz with something new, on the precipice of trance. We dance to the music of subway carts, watch leaves fall, we are enamoured by the glow of a moon and by sea shells at the shore.
This body, in all its animality, is primal, primal, primal. This body abides only by one law. That of nature.
This organism, the city—alive and breathing, slithering nowhere—is magnetic, is it not?
Some come with promised opportunities, they hold reputations of grandeur and class, and so we shape-shift into them, wear them like flesh-suits or auras to fit in, to achieve something. We move and migrate amongst bodies, finding new lips to kiss and new people to become. In cities we embody potentialities. One city might offer a body so firm and worked-to-the-bone and that’s who we become. Another might be palm trees and a certain forgetfulness of time and so we melt into a being who only knows to keep track of moon cycles. At times we are exiled, politically driven to be without home, untethered to our birthplace. And that pain of growing into a new body with odd arms and shallow breaths never really settles. It regenerates as an unfamiliar tail or a kidney stone or a twitching eye. And that body is magnetic, too, for suffering is a condition experienced by those with bodies. What if the city-body is magnetized by us, too? By the energy we bring to an unexpected sunny day? When the collective of humanity is gathered in one place, abuzz with something new, on the precipice of trance. We dance to the music of subway carts, watch leaves fall, we are enamoured by the glow of a moon and by sea shells at the shore.
This body, in all its animality, is primal, primal, primal. This body abides only by one law. That of nature.
This organism, the city—alive and breathing, slithering nowhere—is magnetic, is it not?
Some come with promised opportunities, they hold reputations of grandeur and class, and so we shape-shift into them, wear them like flesh-suits or auras to fit in, to achieve something. We move and migrate amongst bodies, finding new lips to kiss and new people to become. In cities we embody potentialities. One city might offer a body so firm and worked-to-the-bone and that’s who we become. Another might be palm trees and a certain forgetfulness of time and so we melt into a being who only knows to keep track of moon cycles. At times we are exiled, politically driven to be without home, untethered to our birthplace. And that pain of growing into a new body with odd arms and shallow breaths never really settles. It regenerates as an unfamiliar tail or a kidney stone or a twitching eye. And that body is magnetic, too, for suffering is a condition experienced by those with bodies. What if the city-body is magnetized by us, too? By the energy we bring to an unexpected sunny day? When the collective of humanity is gathered in one place, abuzz with something new, on the precipice of trance. We dance to the music of subway carts, watch leaves fall, we are enamoured by the glow of a moon and by sea shells at the shore.
This body, in all its animality, is primal, primal, primal. This body abides only by one law. That of nature.