Jeob

Forgetting one's own language learning to crawl again. To be eternally momentary. To nourish oneself from skin. An everything, your nothing. ---- Where do I begin? Perhaps at the start, when it still seemed that this nothing and I could...

Thankfully, the floors are freshly cleaned, the costumes are hanging ready, smelling of laundry detergent. As a 'ToiToiToi' from a colleague, a single rose stands in an empty toothbrush holder in front of the mirror. Stage ritual: brush teeth beforehand....