Abstract Pains are moving, alluring us to world-making-activities, attuning our bodies with other bodies and therefore putting us in relation to others. Pains cut into our net of habits, and even the slightest pain causes a transformation.

There is a moment that paddlers and rowers all know, the pause between one stroke and the next, a kind of suspension of things when trajectory takes over from purposeful endeavour and the future belongs to the gods, or, to be more precise the designer of the hull