Rindon Johnson

  • Rindon Johnson

    I’M ALL ALONE IN HERE but on display out there, performing for whomever (maybe no one, my dog, my partner, an entire museum). Whatever I imagine is outside is in here, too. There is no boundary between here and there. I can hear the wind—I must be able to feel it, too. I only notice that I am still in my body when my body reminds me I have a body. My ear itches underwater. Was that me or the UI? I get very close to disappearing without any effort. At this point, I am so used to being many bodies I easily become bodiless. (Finally.) Inside, outside. Right here, over there.

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