gliding, simply gliding along the surface of things these days. i notice, especially at work, this gliding works best–but i still can’t get how other gliding people actually engage with each other. how do they do it?
it’s this non-verbalized consensual agreement between people to communicate on a certain level that seems so effortless for them but often unattainable to me. there are moments when my frenetic frantic attempts at gliding actually land where they are supposed to land, but those are accidents.
accidents that do not seem to be happening at monthly employee birthday parties or shared elevator rides or fleeting feint hellos in the hallways and lobbies. but accidents do happen as long as i am oblivious to making them happen. which i guess is how would describe my process of art-making. but there’s no gliding in art. art-making is an avoidance of gliding. i should do that more often.
i can write more on this another day. its rather late after this ridiculous post-movie dinner in which i ate steak and eggs for the first, and perhaps final time of my life.