Written by Mikkel Mallow
Meeting the tired cells of my body. My muscles are warm and lazy. My jaw automatically stretches as my eyes receive the grey light of the day. A salty tear rolls down my cheek. I find my body repeating small rhythmic and swaying movements, nodding the head, turning it from side to side.
I sense a living being. It is still, so I am still. Anticipating its movements. It is not of danger, but interrupts my morning routine. Too tired and lazy to act upon it. Moving on to the space surrounding me. It changes as I move my shoulder blade. The tear in my eye makes it shiny and blurry. My ears are sensing a multiplicity of sounds from near and far. I feel a vibrating sound from my body interfering with the surroundings, enlarging my body and my presence. I am awaking, affected by and affecting space.
Slowly getting control of the body. Sensing the bones slicing surely through space. My eyes searching with curiosity and patience. My face is not yet fully controllable: ears lift themselves, muscles around mouth and eyes tense up automatically as I breathe. I don’t seem to have much influence on my face. Spasms, shakes, yawns and stretches come over me, work through me. Autonomous systems of my body dance for themselves.