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And so I travel to you in  Athens, from this ‘new space’…a room that I have slept in for the past 20 years.

I follow my own scattered instructions. A wall, scuffled domestic white.

I lock the door. It’s important. I have my phone to film, and two stools.
This hybrid space, within a hybrid space…like an envelope , a dislocation , a new game.

In isolation I still lock the door…
I stay with it…


In this white field


an outstretched hand.


Taught fingers

an elongated arm

our rolling distance

this is how we talk

mutating, twisting

intimate hybrid.

Slowly slowly

did I mention

that I am sitting across

from nothing?

I spell and dispel…