The Spark

You bring rooms back to life. You can't stop long enough to live in one.

Under pressure, your senses sharpen. The body wants to move, taste, touch. Stillness is intolerable.

In the world.

You make plans on the way out the door. You bring a friend home from a trip. You eat, drink, move, dance, talk at full volume. You make other people remember they have a body and a life. People orbit you for the heat. Some burn out and quietly drift away. The room is warmer when you're in it. The room knows.

What it has cost you.

The quiet day you would not take, that your body kept asking for. The intimacy that needed slower than you knew how to go. The reservoir under all that motion. What is waiting down there for you the first time you actually sit.

What you fear.

That if you stop moving, the emptiness catches up.

You also share the tribe with

The Inventor

The Rebel

The Jester