In ritual, the idea of presence over the use of objects.  Letting my own breath mingle with the fog rather than lighting a candle.  

To collaborate with night.  Darkness as a presence.

So, I become the materiality of the night?

Drift lets things come toward me rather than me chasing them down.

I’m exploring how to enter the drift deliberately.

Ideas show up.  Visuals appear.  I’m inside an action that belongs to something bigger, something more complex, something related, something coming at me but I don’t know what it is yet.