I move my body, a well practices gesture, to indicate to an arriving bus that I don’t need it to stop. I look away and turn my whole body. A similar performance occurs when I want to make the bus stop.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
When I cycle, the attitudes and posture I adopt are a performance. When I have arrived safely, it was a good performance. I have to take on the role of a care — and play this role convincingly to other cars.
At this moment, though, I wonder about the performance I am engaged in. The Samson reading describes Preedy entering the “scene” at the beech. I’ve entered the “scene” at the street corner to wait for a bus. There are a few people around. The role I feel I’m playing at the present moment is that of focused “thinker.” I have my pencil and my notepad and I’m furiously writing down important ideas. I’m conscious of this as I do it.