April 21, 2020

10:05am, Fox Street and W 27th Street, Baltimore, MD

It's supposed to rain all day. I am starting my day with the daily dance. Not far from home. this site is exactly what I need it to be. TOUCH is the prompt for today. It feels like a natural progression from yesterday's GENTLE. I haven't been touched by another person in over a month... maybe two. Today's dance felt like a longing. It is a longing and a memory of what the warmth of another person feels like. I've been in my head a lot about the dancing. Perhaps caring too much about what it looks like or how I want it to look. Hesitation on site selection has ceased for now. A garbage truck rolled by early on. Bless those folks for keeping on. The site went from loud to slightly more peaceful once the truck left. There appears to be cameras monitoring this lot I am in. Sometimes I wonder if people see me from security cameras. That makes these dances accidental performances in that respect. I haven't talked about the performative aspect of this work in awhile. I suppose it's hard to think critically as isolation continues to take its toll. TOUCH. To be touched. I hold myself but sometimes, it's not enough. Day one hundred twelve.