January 24, 2020

4:44pm, Wyman Park Drive and 29th Street, Baltimore, MD

Grey day funky funk. NOT really motivated. Headache brewing. TGIF. Tomorrow is another day... of work that is unpaid. I spend the weekdays dancing in relative proximity to my apartment. This is a matter of convenience for me. I've felt kind of like low key shit all week. New moon vibes? Old patterns trying to resurface? General malaise? This site is where BMA employees usually park during the week. I like dancing in spaces that are for cars when cars are not there. Living in a city, much of my daily life is impacted by cars. I don't own a car. I walk or bus or bike. Someone definitely walked through the frame. I've been preoccupied with other people (dating) for the past few weeks. Trying to re-grasp my single attitude, where I am the priority and dating is a muted television. There is a longing to be wanted, chosen, fully seen. Can you see that in my dance? Also... where I look was something I was thinking about today. Day twenty-four.