When I was little I had this distinct memory of having once been able to fly. Maybe it wasn’t a memory so much of flying as much as it was of floating. The details were a little bit fuzzy but it was as if my body had this sense memory of what it had been like to be weightless, to just float up off the couch and tumble in slow motion through the air. It’s hard to describe the way I remembered it and I never tried to explain to anyone because who wants some adult to rain on your parade and tell you “No, that’s impossible. People can’t fly”? Maybe you think that I just had a vivid imagination, which I admit I mostly definitely did, but this memory was so compelling and would sneak up on me during the most unexpected moments, that for years I was convinced that I had once had this special ability to fly. If I could just concentrate really hard maybe I could make it happen again. Needless to say, I was never able to fly or float or levitate again and after some time I could no longer remember what it had felt like.
Ok, so maybe you’re thinking that I’m some sort of wannabe Peter Pan nutcase but I swear that’s just the kind of kid I was. I got wrapped up in my own stories, believed in things like magic and fairies way longer than was probably socially acceptable, and even today my imagination sometimes (read: frequently) gets the best of me. And it’s the kid in me that loves these levitating self-portraits by Natsumi Hayashi. They make me so happy. Maybe I wasn’t just imagining things. Maybe flying isn’t so impossible after all.
Tell me these aren’t fun. You can check out her blog for even more photos. She makes levitating look like such an effortless hobby!