Temperature, sensory temperature, weather forecast
What you should feel like, what you actually feel like, what they examined and suggested to be
The weather forecast explains why liminal space can’t be associated with the word freedom.
With figures that can never be precisely grasped, it locks up the flow of my upcoming sensations, the sequence of my actions, the movement of my body and its living—
in numbers that the body cannot interpret. Numbers are not body-friendly.
The more I try to measure my location from now to the future through the numbers of places connected to me, or possibly connectable, or simply known or to be known—
the more it fades.
And fading doesn’t mean boundaries have disappeared to grant freedom;
it means that unused senses are simply vanishing.
What are the walls of this liminal space made of;
I don’t know exactly, but—
The things expected of me / /
The things not expected /
The things I’ve embodied among them, and those I haven’t / /
A pile of known things gathered without understanding, turned into something unknowable /
/ / / /