“How the presence of movement affects the environmental conditions not only of the space itself but also of the world” - pg 130. This makes me think of the intersectionality of being in this world

That my body in encounter with space changes environmental conditions, which means it shifts particles of perception that we are always affected by others. We are not still beings. Which gives me power and makes me think of the in between of between and how my body is shifting and shifting and molding and molding - fiery, luminous, scary

“Mobile and complex”- mobile like a vehicle transitory like music. Transitory like hip hop in my head phones smiling past my white neighbors.

“Autispeak

This is the language we speak, we who can talk without sound.

This is our voice in the silence

Where every word has weight, and no thought is ever lost.

This is the language we speak, we who embrace without touching,

This is our dance without bodies

Where every touch has meaning, and no glance is ever wasted.

This is the language we speak, we who can see without looking.

This is our star behind darkness

where velvet rainbows sing, and no tear falls unseen.

This is the language we speak, we who can float outside time.

This is our home beyond nowhere where shadows' footsteps fall, where memory echoes from the future, and comfort flows back from the past, where smiles have no need for faces and warmth breathes from the frozen places.

This is our source, our destination,

where every song is heard, and no soul shines unknown.” p. 184

* JIM SINCLAIR, "Our Voice"