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
listen…
an outstretched hand.
Isolation.
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…
