There’s something nice about distractions – how they weave in ideas and thoughts like fruit hanging among the tree like structure of the underscore. The space we are in is filled with outside stimuli… a church group singing praises, traffic, bicycles, children in the hall. We soak in the influences, confluences and collisions with a playful ease. A year ago I was being driven to the hospital with my arm broken during the Global Underscore – A different kind of experience of integrating distracting collisions. Drugs, pain, bewilderment. Now I sit and recall those moments like any other thought bubble bicyclist passing by. We’re always in. Still in…
– Moti Zemelman
Florence, MA
