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Small acts of liberation on the playground.
Thinking about rhythm and heartbeat and blood, chipped teeth and ashy knees. About unruliness, and the overwhelming awareness of one’s own body as a site of the utmost pride and shame. About how black children reflect the pride and shame of the adults around them, placed into their bodies.
About what it means to constantly strive for the impossibility of perfection. About what may occur when young bodies know that the attainment of perfection is ‘impossible’ - perhaps even more so than mother, father, teacher.
Thinking about making space, about swinging arms and skipping legs as an act of resistance - free movement as the antithesis of black death. Thinking about play as a ritual.
Thinking about the intertwining of bodies through play. How there is an intrinsic awareness of the other’s body. What would it mean to look at another and see yourself? Trying to show this through use of shadows cast on the floor.
So thinking about play as resistance 1. In defiance of the attainability of perfection and 2. Because the simple act of unrestrained movement opposes the oppression of black bodies through confinement - a slow death.
OCT 
What are the bounds of a form?
Working from images sent to me by my optician.
I have been seeing strange colours, splotches of yellow and red stripes in my vision. It was a really invasive experience - I went partially blind for 1 hour while they tried to loacate the cause. They found no conclusion.
When I was a teenager, a glass smashed in my face, and stray shards went in my eye. At the hospital, they dyed my eyeball using different pigments, green, blue, purple - to locate the shards. Then they put iodine in my eye. I remember it coming out of my nose and mouth. They never found the glass.