Thursday, February 4, 2010


A couple of days ago, right before going to sleep, I remembered a game I had to play in gym class at school. I can't remember what the rules were, or how it was played, but there was a ball, and touching.

Sort of like tag, but with a ball.

The touch was this grip of the shoulder, or back. Not a tap, but sort of like a reasuring hold.

Tag, you are it.

I've been thinking about that touch, then I contact, or not. Not loving, not friendly, not with any intention in it but moving the game forward. And yet, there was something very comforting about it.

We are players, we are equale, we are both playing the same game, we both know the rules.

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