DOOMED WORKSITES (feat. Cyrus Bayandor, Julie Hugo & Laure Betris)

My love!

How are you with your splits between continents? Any muscle aching, strained, pulled? Contortionnism?

Darling!

The monster that mankind's genius has created, the big recess of gathered centuries, the madness made reality (is this the image in their fantasy?), the fucked-up-ness of the cities, the fragile strength of enslaved peoples doomed to build statues, pyramids, temples and cathedrals.

Those endless worksite meetings where everyone retraces, and retraces.

I position myself here: I climb on a platform by those big steps thought for every man, I position myself on the Belvedere, and I look at what I see, I describe what I do see. I look at it again.

 What has been seen before me, what I've been given to see.

The sight is beautiful and the path made sublime...

One always has to say what they see, but most of all has to, which is more difficult, see what they see.

You're not afraid of signs

I mean – of characters.

I also read, tethered to your words.

It's a twist on the straight line. I stuck the pin into a cement wall, and now I screw, drrraaa.

Sometimes I sit somewhere in front of something, I look intensely at what I see, strangely it works.

And it heals, everything will be OK, you'll see.