Our name is Cell (they/them). Celestína enjoys to write through our entity from time to time as we are free to narrate stories, poetry and fragments of text with no specific linearity. She enjoys the abstraction deeply.
We are the smallest unit that can live on their own and that makes up all living organisms and the tissues of the body. We are present in the complicated xenorhizomatic web of non-linear time-space constellations. We are here and yet gone somewhere else. We arrive and dissolve and re-appear in circular motion of feedback loop raising the question if we were even really gone. We play with visibility, sensibility, “attentionality”. We are other and always multiple. The ones always fluid. The ones always in motion. The ones worlding. The question about how we can deal with all these divergent stimuli occurs. There is this possibility to outsource them to various times while making connections between them. The intersections within linearities of our contemporaneity are present - they are many and happen at the same time in different tenses.
So we navigate ourselves by chance. We have the ability to embody different beings, become them, understand them, move with their bodies, mimic their curiosities, expressions, hear their thoughts. Learn with them and after a while leave them be.
We are curious about the small shifts.
The grain of sand
And so we think and are with the grain of sand. With this entity who travels…who commutes worlds and times to persist, to stay…to flow…to let go. This grain of sand who formulates dunes and forms disappearings in the diagonal(x) (world) rooting system. This glocal of many. This agent of passing environments. This being who tells multiple stories at once, who cannot decide what to say when. What was said and what can be said next. That being who interrupts themselves. They are being of many they say, its only natural for them to behave this way. They are here and yet gone somewhere else and yet back again - they jump the time…it is only natural they say…they loop…they create space. They dissect time. They co-curate. They fragment the molds and mold the fragments.
The grain of sand as a being in their local environment
The grain of sand as a being in their global environment
The grain of sand as a natural material
the grain of sand as a material of anthropocentric capital
The grain of sand as fragmented body
The grain of sand as a whole - as sand
The grain of sand as a being who could acquire personhood
The grain(x) of sand as person(x) - as gender troubled entity
The grain of sand as an entity who can be talked about
The grain of sand as an introverted entity
The grain of sand as an entity who carries knowledge
The grain of sand as an entity who can narrate stories
The grain of sand as an entity who can be experienced
The grain of sand as an entity who can be embodied
The drifting sand
They formed a united body of difference and whistled for every body to hear - for every body to listen. They formed a united body of otherness and whispered their thoughts out. One did not have to act to notice.
The drifting sand held by the wind(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the wind(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the soil(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the soil(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the water(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the water(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the stone(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the stone(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the root(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the root(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the earthling(x) of local land
The drifting sand held by the earthling(x) of far away land
The drifting sand held by the wind(x)
The drifting sand held by the soil(x)...
The drifting sand held by the water(x)...
The drifting sand held by the stone(x)...
The drifting sand held by the root(x)...
The drifting sand held by the earthling(x)...
The drifting sand held by…
The drifting sand held…
The drifting…
The…
We can feel an unfolding rhythm of dissolving…We can feel an unfolding rhythm of dissolving…We can feel an unfolding rhythm of dissolving…There is an urgency to stay in shared cry…
We heard. They suggested to stay in shared cry. Yet our response differs. We decided to avoid power - to avoid gazes from above. To pretend that we do not feel them, that they do not exist at the individual level. The small scale is not currently affected tangibly. So we look to the horizon where the Sun still rises and the Sun still sets. So we look to the “right” places - to the places where it does not hurt so much to see and understand the day to day affairs. We look to the “left” - to the commons, where other laws apply. Where they still care for each other, where they still and yet know their entity and that it can mean nothing and everything at the same time. There, where they can be many. Where they still feel certain about the future(s) and that it most certainly starts to shorten. They know that it at some point does not arrive. We look down for those who are everlasting within the mycelium. Who experienced and persisted till they could. They lived and died with dig(nity)…No. No, no. That is not what we are doing anymore. We do not look, when we can not see the tragedies and those who are most responsible, if we do not look up “from balls to the glans” - we keep our eyes closed. So we keep our eyes closed. So, we keep our eyes closed. We should have listened and stopped smiling when we still could frown.
They flow - They rush -They faint
From the pain they notice in the air
They flow - They rush - They faint
How can one recuperate the care for another?
Hold me tight and press press press - until I - until I dissolve - until I dissolve into - until I dissolve into nothingness
Hold me tight and press press press - until I - until I dissolve - until I dissolve into - until I dissolve into nothingness
One earthling - One grain of sand