I Mumble the Body Electric,
or (i)Phone, (u)Phone
We hear an undeniably human voice. First a few. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Then all of the human voices in the world, all at once.
Archives
I Mumble the Body Electric,
It would be about them : Gloss 2
It is the fantasy of a body discovering new relationships with itself. Silvia wants to be where there are no dimensions, neither internal nor external.
Pandemic Disco : Gloss
The pandemic has been racialised, oft-referred to as the “Wuhan virus” and the “Chinese virus”, and anyone who passes as Chinese (or, really, of East or Southeast Asian descent) in the western world has been Othered and, in some cases, physically assaulted, violently denying them of their sense of self.
Dramatis Personae
THE TROUBADOUR THE VIRGIN THE STALKER THE DRUNK THE VIOLIN MAKER
From Here to There
Actors do their best to blend in to the faceless glass city. They get desk jobs, they settle down, they raise families. None of it is real.
A Reproduction (all the ghosts were children)
like where did every like body go?
Redactions #9: A Fragile Thing
Imagine their devotion. Imagine what they heard.
A Plastic Theatre
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
A Complicated Version of Freedom
"In Teheran I can drive until the foot of the mountain
A Reproduction (all the ghosts were children) : Gloss
The more I travel this story with them, the more and more familiar it becomes; more and more a part of my imagination, and less and less what it was when I encountered it.