Atmospheric Exercise w12-13
Blind at Cultural Hurricane.
I am feeling the grass under my naked feet. I can even smelt it. I walked slowly through the fresh smelt now mixed with eucalyptus now with rose. I should be near the small there is in front of the Agora structure. I push down my feet into the cold earth. I feel secure now and now the stone is colder and I go up until I feel the high because the wind. An old stone mix with a New York steak. The non-existence of the Agora roof let the smelts from food level flown around. I did not realize I was so hungry. I fly slowly following the steak smelt that know mix with the paella one. Kaboom, someone has placed the Indian right in from of the steak. I am falling down, I am sure he was not a Hare-Krishna follower.
It is a soft surface where I jump again elastically after I heard some stickes crash, native American sweat lodge was not made against falling people. I am not hungry anymore so I fly higher around the food level this time touching the tube and following its spiral support structure that go across the levels. I smell cuscus this time and after a while I do not anymore. I must be on the miscellaneous level. I can touch and feel the fabric structures even I can image the draws of the Turkish carpet. I will sit here for a while until I will feel better.