triangle of intimacy

When you witness glimmering, you are not a passive witness. You’re an accomplice with the sun, in a love triangle with it and the object projecting it’s light. In the phenomena, there are three players you, sun, and an object (leaf, water, etc.). It’s just as dependent in the position as the sun or the leaf. You become one with nature for a moment. I hypothesize that in that integration, you begin to exist on different tempo, within a different time-set/scale/zone. This timezone must be archived as it is an artifact on current positioning and the experience of it. Methodological question:  How do sun glimmers shift perception of time? How does dancing with glimmers change our perception of time? What do we learn about a site, time scale, place if we let ourselves informed by glistening?  What does glistening reveal about our time?

Poetry:

You live in a closer timescale to me, we understand the temporality of this moment. The importance of light. We breathe for it. Thus, we must want this dance, right? At least conceptually. I concede, that may not mean we want this dance physically.

Why do you want to dance/play? i want to enter the triangle of intimacy. i am attracted to the encounter with the sun. i am drawn to the dance of photons and how my position impacts it. what is the dance that we do? not a performance, it is just for us. not quite improve because that assumes we could coordinate choreography across of languages/existences/timezones.

it’s a dance of triangular intimacy, a dance of the glistening.

Positioning:

What differentiates reflection (of the moat) or shininess vs glistening? They all have an interaction between you and light and an object. Between reflection/shine/glistening, glistening as movement has the most dance, it inspires play and requires play to really follow it for a dance, to enter the triangle of intimacy

Consent:

Maybe, the temporality in what we have, in the moments we share, allows for the consent. You could dive away, as could i, as could the plant.

Maybe we are closer to equals, coming together, conspiring to see. I do not feel intimated by you in our dance. You feel detached from me, how could i intimate you? But you also feel attached to me, like you need me as i need you in this moment.

Does that mean we aren’t taking? We are observing. It could be observation without consent. But it is not linear observation. It is more as if we are dancing. And you both are dancing with me just as much as I am dancing with you. The light, in where it finds landing, me in where i find the light, you in where the world move you, in where the light falls on you, in where i can see you, and you can see me. We are accomplices. If I traveled to all the place you may lead us, where would that be? If I truly relinquished control, where would you take us? I wonder if i would have consent here or not.

Passing by, you caught my eye and mine yours. We stop, mid-pace, mid-life. A flirtatious stare, across distances and life forms. We create our own world inside the void of this one. We join in a new time set, removing ourselves from our own. We dance. If one of us lets go, our world, so instinctually built turns to dust. If it does, did it exist?

We are accomplices against our own time scales.  By dancing with you, can I escape time? Can I exist in the future? The past?

We stare. I lose my will and become yours. I move to your time set. Left, right, side to side. Leap, crush, cringe. I hear my world calling but I am lost, responding to another time scale. In your tempo, preserved.