Taping up room at waist height.

Backwards forwards .... stuck , pushing pulling, ergh you unstick one hand then your sleeve is stuck. stuck you roll from side to side disjointedly like a toy that isn't working, two steps forward and one step back.

This is not a head shaped coffin but perhaps this room has dark atmosphere? I'm aiming to continue forming a tunnel that you can walk through whilst getting abit stuck to the sides.

This is clearly not about aesthetics unless they are relational aesthetics, to be experienced. I don't like the quality of the scrunched packing tape, maybe that's because it shows the signs of being stuck.

Todays TED lecture as I watch on the ferry commute happens to be about being stuck and pushing being your comfort zone.