On Day 27, gratitude really started kicking in. I felt thankful for all of my friends that had reached out to me, or had responded when I reached out to them, or had included me in some structure they’d devised. These little instances of social contact have made quarantine much more bearable. I appreciate any small texture the day has to offer. I’m disturbed about how lax I’d become in checking my gratitude levels - in times of feast I seem to notice small gestures or events less often, and I have to say: I prefer to live with this pandemic-era level of sensitivity. I feel like my eyes linger longer on just about everything I see, and it’s thrilling to observe the world so closely. Previously, I thought I was paying active attention to everything but now, I am feeling an almost hallucinogenic obsession to detail, or a sense for detail that typically only is accessible through dosing psylocybin or LSD, or via meditation, extended breath control.
Extended breath control, that’s what we’re doing here.
