air

 

Air...Air
Hit me in the face
I run faster
Faster into the air
(I say to myself)
What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too
Air can hurt you too
Some people say not to worry about the air
Some people never had experience with...

Air...Air
It can break your heart
So remember when the weather gets rough
(You'll say to yourself)
What is happening to my skin?
Where is that protection that I needed?
Air can hurt you too
Air can hurt you too
Some people say not to worry about the air
Some people don't know shit about the...
Air...

 

(david byrne)

 

 

 

what about skin? who am i? -anyone? this song that keeps repeating, insisting. think about influence. who can resist an infectious song? the skin is open. you can close some openings, but you can't close your skin. and what comes in your skin can penetrate your mind. just thinking. what does all this mad shit with the dominant society we encounter mean for us in the mean time. because these are some mean motherfuckers. we have no protection but our skin. porous. in this one skin growing and dying all the time. i think how i might be too self-involved, i say i'm thin-skinned, but the self i show is the only perspective i can have, it's the skin i'm in, the strange one being beyond familiar, the observer observing the effect of the observer being observed, with knit brow and quizzical expression.