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This always happens when I try to hibernate: light insomnia. I became restless + anxious, I could not really sleep last night, ending up staring at the ceiling up til 5. Woke up felt a lil bit substandard.
Anyway, below is a video I made partly after seeing Tarkovsky’s nostalghia clip, first seen on MomenTech’s post. Partly, because originally recording this I just wanted to reiterate one of my housemates’ comment when he first heard that another of our housemates was starting doing yoga religiously. He said to her, “Why do you need institutionalized yoga? If you want to exercise your breathing technique, physical endurance for uncomfortable slow position, + therefore, you patience towards everything you do, why not practice the Jakarta yoga: walk and/or get on our city’s public transportation everyday. You’ll sweat + do all of the above in no time!” I don’t think he had any strong ground for this argument, but I think (as always) he touched on something funny.
I do that “Jakarta yoga” everyday. Walk for 5, wait, jump on a busride for 10 , another walk for 7, wait, jump on a trainride for 30, last walk in the forest for 10. Lucky me, I usually travel in anti-commute directions, as the university is in the southern edge of the greater city.
That’s it that is not art. Why? Just because I say it’s not. If an artist have the power to say that what she makes is art, than the other way around also holds ground, yes?