OPENING NIGHT – I AM THE PASSENGER

An unusual post to thank all those who came out last night and participated in our first interactive and bilingual exhibit #I am the Passenger.

This imaginary trip through town couldn’t have been any better. Thanks.

The exhibit will run till November 17.

AND THE WALLS ARE ONLY PIPES NOW

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You keep yourself to yourself. You have a selected number of friends you hang out with, but you keep your distance; you pay your monthly rent “in cash”;  you get a job which doesn’t require you to state where you live – you keep your old address.

In your building you have neighbors – you don’t know them, they don’t know you. You feel something creepily peculiar in the phrase “unburied, un-… what was it?, unknown”, like dying at sea and the big city is the big sea and you drown into it although you might like to drown somewhere else.

You say, “I want to swallow this big city. Not this big city to swallow me.”

Until the water pipes in your apartment break. Major work needs doing inside the walls.

And the walls are only pipes now. Whatever flows in every direction, it has to go through you.