THE TEACHER

I met the Teacher three years ago on a street in central Bucharest where she was trying to attract customers. Some of my friends lived on the same street and one evening they had a party with loud music, which led the neighbours to call the police.

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CONFUSION, NIHILISME, CHAOS

« C’est sale ici », nous dit Gloria. J’entends Romain, à nos côtés, sourire de la remarque. Le sourire d’un gars convaincu que si l’on veut parvenir à ce que des individus s’autogèrent, il faut laisser exister ce désordre jusqu’à ce qu’ils s’en saisissent. 

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THE PASSION OF LADY VENDREDI

Walking into the theatre, I knew that there would be no separation between performers and audience. As people came in not knowing where to stand, sticking to the edge of the room, the performers were dancing, dotted around the space.

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CHAPTER FOUR

The danger I’m seeking everyday undoes me in literal forms. Everything is false. I don’t know where I am or if I’m alive. My insides start concealing followed by an oppressive emptiness; some sort of machine keeps me alive, pumping air into me.

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Expanding Ants

The man on the radio is talking about the centre of the universe. He says imagine ants on an inflating balloon. The ants are stuck to the balloon. We should not worry about ethics. 

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The Project

Ecuador, 17 April, 2016

Dedicated to the lives of the victims of the earthquake

it wasn’t the first time the earth moved under our feet

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If

If we accept that not all trans women are (trans)feminine.

If we accept that not all trans feminine people are trans women.

If we accept that not all feminine people are women.

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CHAPTER THREE

I’m a tramp, a tart, a whore, a slut. I clear my throat and repeat this with more vigour. I laugh because I don’t give a fuck anymore. A name, what’s my name? I forget, and I don’t care. 

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CHAPTER TWO

Neurosis and psychosis went for a walk:

Abandoning the holy family, their names, their town, their lives, an incision into histories, in the stars with the minerals and trash of strangers.

 

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