James: Happy/Sad. Yes/No. Up/Down. Here/There. Then/Now. Life/Death. Justice/Injustice. The interface is where we live and none of these words, as important as they are, have any meaning unless refracted by our singular position. From the senseless, we use it to make sense. Of chaos, order. We are alchemists of meaning in a reality that has none outside of us, and….well, fuck…it can be a lot of pressure. Exhausting even. For this sit, we are going to explore what it feels like to take the pressure off, see if we can know the sweet relief of letting go into the making machine moving us like puzzle pieces towards its fullest expression.