The Gulf of Mexico, Dec 16, 2018, 8:12 pm (performed in the top lounge of the boat, between Cuba and the Bahamas)

Action notes: Sitting on the top deck of the boat, the engine and machinery of the boat vibrating everything around me. The sound is a constant white noise kind of sound. It is inextricable from the constant “body hum” vibration coursing through me… through the ship’s hull, the floor, the deck chair underneath me, its rubber bands, through my clothes and my body. A constant sway and hum that is, in this context where there is no land in sight anywhere and has not been all day, in no uncertain terms, keeping us alive. The hum-vibration is the hum-vibration of survival. If it stops, we panic. A fitting metaphor for life on the planet, but not something I feel so materially in my land-lubing daily life.

Action constraints: none, really.

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