water

I thought in how to connect and I thought:

I read: 60% and 90% of our body is water. I

I was thinking about the fact that sound is much better transmitted in liquid than in water.
I thought about the eels that pass the current
I thought about the tubes that pass the current under the ground.

I thought:

In Catalonia there is a reservoir that has a village flooded under the water. It is called Pantà de Sau. Sometimes a piece of the bell tower is visible above the level of the water. Depending on the size of the piece you can see, you can calculate the level of drought, or not, of that year.
I imagine that flooded village inhabited by all kinds of creatures: crabs, fish, algae... I imagine it all full of treasures lost by people strolling or fishing in boats among the years.
I was thinking about that little tree that had dried up after the Easter holidays.
We found a germinated almond seed in the damp soil and decided to plant it. I asked my friends from the workshop to water it but it died.

I planted two sprouted apple seeds, perhaps to compensate.

I have watered the soil of the little almond tree in the hope that it is still a little alive, or not dead at all.
I thought: a dead tree is, in fact, full of life. But I can't avoid feeling sorry for it. I don't think this is true in the small world inside the plastic pot.
I was thinking about water and fountains. I was thinking about water and the body.

I think myself as a fountain.

I wish I could be water. I would live following hydro-logics. I would create my hydromanifest:

I wish we could be water to live next to you.

I thought: I wish I were water to pierce your voice. I would let all the inhabitants sing inside me: octopuses, fish, seaweed... the treasures lost by distracted peopel, the flooded village of Pantà de Sau.
I would listen to everybody’s songs. At the speed of voice travelling through water:

As watery, we experience ourselves less as isolated entities, and more as oceanic eddies: I am a singular, dynamic whorl dissolving in a complex, fluid circulation.

Asking someone to water the plants for you has always been too much responsibility.

Since then, my relationship with apples has never been the same.

I drink
It fells down
I expulse

I drink
It fells up
I expulse

¿Can you recognise my degree of dryness according to the centimetres you see of me?

1. There is no self in water. I am we. We move together.
2. The pressure will be determined according to the deep we decide to go.
3. Our gender is all.
4. We live inside everything, between everything.
5. They live inside us.
6. We are always wet.
7. We are a watery truth, a watery ending and beginning.
8. We live in every crack, we feed you, you need us. You are we.

The space between our selves and our others is at once as distant as the primeval sea, yet also closer than our own skin. [1]
Nearly as close as oneself. Perhaps closer. [2]

[1] Astrida Neimanis. "Hydrofeminism: Or, On Becoming a Body of Water." in /Undutiful Daughters: Mobilizing Future Concepts, Bodies and Subjectivities in Feminist Thought and Practice/, eds. Henriette Gunkel, Chrysanthi Nigianni and Fanny Söderbäck. (New York: Palgrave Macmillan, 2012).
[2] Karen Barad, “On Touching - The Inhuman That Therefore I Am (v1.1).” in /Power of Material / Politics of Materiality/, ed. Kerstin Stakemeier and Susanne Witzgall, (Munich: Diaphanes - Misceallenous, 2018), 153.
[3] Ariadna Guiteras, /Strata/, performance script, 2017.