When I was a child, I liked to curl up and turn my senses off and inward. I would fold my head into my lap and cover my eyes with my hands and close my ears with my thumbs. I spent a lot of time in this space, just thinking and watching the vibrant colors rise and fade on the insides of my eyelids, hearing and feeling my breath rise and fall. It was relaxing and mesmerizing.
Throughout my life, I have always had a tendency to wander, or just sit and observe. The woman in the video dances freely. She dances past the search squad, telephoning in updated reports. She climbs up the rocks, carrying her suitcase all the way. She is not causing or getting into any trouble. She is just finding her way.
Lyrics:
One of our girls has gone missing
We’ve heard she’s left
So where do we go now?
It feels like theft
Feels like
One of our girls has gone over the wall
Under a wire
She’s cut and run
But where is she now?
She’s gone
She’s lost her colour and faded away
Left an empty house
And moved into thin air
One of our girls has gone missing
Under a cloud
Will she come back
Or is she too proud?
She’s gone
One of our girls has gone with the wind
And run away
For more than a minute
For more than a day
She’s gone
So one of our birds has flown
Is that so distressing?
She can have her wings
Will she have our blessing?
She’s gone
What is Experience? 