You are invited.
Not to watch, not to interpret, not to admire —
but to enter.
To tie your arm to another’s.
To move as one.
To forget which hand is yours.
To paint not what you see,
but what moves through the space between you.
We call it Eachin.
It is not a method.
It is a relinquishing.
It is what happens when mine disappears,
and something —
someone —
else begins.
You won’t be told how.
You will only be asked to show up,
to step into a shared body,
to empty yourself,
to listen with your limbs.
What is born in this space is not yours or mine.
It is third.
It is freedom.
You are invited to come and be unmade,
so something else might live through us.
With open hands,
StrangerWorth