
Suspension.
- Of disbelief ("this is not right").
- Of belief ("things make sense").

What separates form from chaos?
Is it the tension, the working muscles, as if dancing flying working? The hands, sticked out as if flapping, as if searching calming (down)?

Maybe it is what remains of metaphysics: the correction: the fragment of land below.
Ground, as if reason. As if.

(the original photo is by Karan Reshad)
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