Not to Cigarettes After Sex, but I danced and stretched my body to music tonight. It was exactly good for me. I just close my eyes and dance like I do -when I allow the spirits who love to dance access to my body – and…and I follow along to what they’re showing me how to do. And its wonderful.
Dare I say I feel my life is somehow upward and positive? Even amongst all the truly Awful?
I am aware that most of my experience of life is inside me. But to change the experience is to change the self, and that means a kind of death of personality. It means the loss of someone we know and love – us. But the total opposite of that is true, too. So interesting and so fucked.