We found ourselves drifting away from many things to which we had grown accustomed in our lives. The scarcity of human contact in social settings sought to regress our general experience in such a way that many of us began to forget what it had been like to proceed. Forward motion had become a distant glimmer on the horizons of our past, as if eons had passed in mere months. Blood thickening to molasses and lethargically oozing through an eternal quarantine as one begins to relegate themselves to this new life of confinement and solitude.
What light would be brought to such darkness, but one of physical motion and fluidity? A return to motivation, to true locomotion, it comes in the form of a martial art and dance. Inherent physical movement in opposing form, both skilled and precise while maintaining beauty in motion. Our mind finally reconnected with our body and with the surroundings.