Embodiment

Photo Credit: Cristian Palmer

After watching The Wings of Desire, I wondered what it would be like to experience embodiment for the first time. To wake up one morning in a cascading rush of sightsmellsoundtastefeel: gravity holding you under the bed covers. The rhythm of your breath pulsing the blue sheets up and down like waves. Inundated with synapses: your bare toes brushing washed cotton, pillow-crinkle pressing your cheek, a warmth glowing on the mattress where your beloved lay just a minute ago. And all at once your arid mouth thirsting for a gush of that water you have heard of, but never tasted.