March 20, 2020

11:27am, E 29th Street and Barclay Street, Baltimore, MD

Maybe it's because I smashed my toe yesterday but my body doesn't feel in it right now. PATH is the prompt. I think I took a literal approach. The site is relatively quiet. Relatively quiet feels like the new norm. I'm on green space next to a school. I envision a path from the camera to the dumpster. I walk there and dance back. My toe is hurty but I have no issue moving around. It's easier when I'm barefoot on a wood floor. I will take this site for what is has to offer. Long, chive-like plants all over the ground. The dumpster has a potent smell. I know my body gets lost behind the trees near the beginning. I'm mentally and physically preparing for a live stream dance in about an hour and a half. Spring flowers everywhere. It constantly smells of mushrooms. Sweet decay that signifies life. All these things are the path I am currently wandering. Relearning how to be present is an everyday event. Moving from one place to the next requires consideration and planning. What is the path our species will take to move forward from this crisis? What path am I on? What path do I desire? Am I taking a path or making a path? Where is it all leading? Day eighty.