emptiness left by people

• make a poem out of this #writing/ideas#writing/poetry Thinking about the emptiness that is left by people. The fingerprint, the impression, the fossil of a human presence.
• it’s like an agent in an air pressure system
• a catalyst in a
• dilution… there’s permanent dilation of our perception of space and of place
  • the couches will be colored with vibrant watercolors and impassioned Graeber debates and lots and lots of egg making
  • soulful osmosis: the shifting of souls, of emotionality, of scars and of belly laughs, by seeds of ideas and proclamations of speculation and demands of goodness.

• the air is permanently charged. whole shadow worlds play out in their own dimensions, evanescent spirits acting out their lives. I watch entire timelines slip through my eyes like beads of sand straining through the universal hourglass. yet they don’t die, they just live on in a dimension and plane that I can’t be a part of.
  • the climate and environment is physically different.
  • place is a place that embues the properties of its inhabitants. we have permanently shaped this place and in turn it has shaped us
  • all of our context about people are informed by this place., so hard to conceive of their lives outside of this. Easy to get sucked into mthe matrix but will this be different?
  • the light hits differently —
    • I see the shadows curving around where your shape would be
    • I see the lights refracting through space where your body would inhabit
    • air…
    • weight/gravity…
    • electricity/vibes…
    • spots in conversation, spots in the day and moments otherwise