Reverse The Weight That Nailed Us To The Ground
Reality shifts, reality flickers, life takes hold.
The sun rises in the west, the clock ticks backwards, time beats slowly on. footsteps in the shadows. the endless journey of the stateless, the faceless. Endless wandering, torturous resistance, against the tides, against the tides, the power of the powerless
ant colony projected in dust
television in CAO
sound work; reverse the weight that nailed us to the ground.
smashed iphone, headphones, muzzle on radiator
the writing on the wall: Dunqirke Refugee Camp December 2016
