Write me a story!!!

Toeless trailer trash. Shipwreck. Urchin. Lost child. Looking out to sea. No more wheels. Person powered kinetics from now on. Maybe we should push the caravan from place to place? Maybe that would be better than art, better than electrics or engines or anything like that.

It would be something to talk about. Something else to dream fever for. This is a performance, but no-one is watching, and that makes it better. Not this fishbowl life, not life imprisoned by the internal organs of houses. no, not i.... I.....

A sense of Left and *Right*

or a sense of *left* and right?

The Kinetic Caravan by virtue of motion
currently located on a costal hilltop, on the cornish side looking out to sea

Are you?

Betwixt; Between; looking forward backwards

We witness sunset,
sunrise. A book of secrets to welcome the dawn
with glitter grimaces

(Dis)placed, we fashion shelter from willow and words
_________It feels like home


So bellow from the bottom of your lungs and twist from your hips
I will never tire of this
________________not now not ever