The day begins in the middle of the night. I am not paying attention to the clock. I am the one who takes the ticking, the pulsing underneath every part of this moment. I am listening and I am not listening because it's something I am feeling all over. I can imagine a small room and we're a big noise, filling with the undertone, punctuating and puncturing and punching the air. This is release, and even though my feet don't move I am traveling. I look past the light and see people shaking, people jumping around, people watching.

xoxo, Alex Noelle