Perfect synchronicity.
Bodies moving as one.

Then the formation fractures.
Individual rhythms emerge.

Unity publicly celebrated,
deviation privately rewarded.

Conformity demanded,
competition fostered.

A gap between what we claim to value
and what we actually reward.

What is gained when we move as one?
What is lost?

The choreography holds the tension.

Both states contain their opposite.
Synchronicity carries the seeds of fragmentation.
Individual expression remains in relation to what it broke from.

Hold a figure. Move it.
A larger form appears.

The individual contains the collective.
The collective emerges from individual action.

Scale shifts with attention.
What seemed singular reveals itself as multiple.
What seemed autonomous was always in relation.