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.
an elongated arm
our rolling distance
this is how we talk
did I mention
that I am sitting across
I spell and dispel…