Title: Towards Where Year: 2016 Place: the tip of the mountain Concerning the current state of the environment.
Title: Towards Where Year: 2016
Crossing Over, Duration 10 min, London, 2015
2015 November 2. Action crossing the bridge. Unzipping all compartments of the backpack and letting the contents fall on their accord.
||And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that’s when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it’s in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat.||
Helene Cixous, Coming to Writing and Other Essays (London: Harvard University Press, 1991) p. 38