I usually walk.

I walk to school.

I always walk to school.

Sometimes I used to walk more at night.

I lie awake. I think thoughts. I walk aimlessly.

I cross the corridor into a room. I imagine it being similar to the first one.

I spent hours walking up and down on this street.

This is what goes on in my studio everyday. I walk I'm traveling. I come back.

I daydreamed like I did as a little girl and I imagined myself walking gracefully, helping other people through my journey and snowboarding again.

I'm walking across campus. Cop comes and looks at me and says, You! You're a student.

I walk around and encourage them, Come on, come on! They have to write like crazy for an hour or two.

And what I normally do is walk 'round a room trying to find one. And then I put it underneath the microscope.

I'm not supposed to be, like, walking down the aisle, and be like, Hi, Jack. You know, that's not cool.

Boy, if you are looking after our livestock and you see a cheetah eating our goat cheetah is very nervous just walk up to it.

And while I walk outside, I'll just mention that here we're using this for telepresence, but you can equally well use this on the spot, for augmented reality.

For the sake of a street safe for all, and as I am one of all, and love to walk on the street, why are there no campaigns asking men who expose their bodies to cover up as well?

But I do still think twice about what I wear when using the public transportation, or walking in front of a construction site, because my chances of being harassed increase if I make certain kinds of choices.

It's taken several years to now look at it detached and say as you walk around the corner and a piece of it works with the road and the street, and it appears to have a relationship that I started to like it.

One of the magical things about this journey, however, is that because I'm walking over the sea, over this floating, drifting, shifting crust of ice that's floating on top of the Arctic Ocean is it's an environment that's in a constant state of flux.

And it was all very peculiar, and my headache was just getting worse. So I get off the machine, and I'm walking across my living room floor, and I realize that everything inside of my body has slowed way down. And every step is very rigid and very deliberate. There's no fluidity to my pace, and there's this constriction in my area of perceptions, so I'm just focused on internal systems.