SUNDAY, 11 OCTOBER, 3.30 PM
PÁTIO DA GALÉ. ACCESS BY INVITATION.
ALOOF
Maybe it’s the distance.
By a thread. It pulls away from the skin and returns.
I don’t remember letting go.
The world goes by, or maybe time, and I’m hanging by a thread.
ALOOF is chronokinesis, windstorm, illusion.
Like trying to hold the wind in your hands.
Like recognising someone by the way they disappear.
