We pause and travel a distance.
We are discarded into vacuous cubbies.
You are sent along the trail to gather our things.
Poised to tell them who we were.
The devil trains a horse. We watch and wonder what for.
They ride towards us, plant themselves in the ground prepared to give a speech.
Now it is our horse. We are on it, riding in no specific direction.
With no specific sentiment. Just time and a town that reflects that of Philadelphia.
A light washed man pours himself over a railway car.
The engine becomes silicone, the wheels become bunnies.
We will not step in. We will ask you to not step in.
And the light washed man vanishes, ironically, into the darkness.
In order to abstract any order, we have now become a cloud.
Sifting between the air, above the earth, tempted by passion and euphoria, yet we choose sorrow.
We reflect upon the endless distances from the ones we love, and cry.
This show was captured in raw, iphone camera resolution and held during the hours between 3 pm - 6 pm during memorial day 2021 at liberty lands park, philadelphia.