” Wires that used to connect beings with each others are damaged
cyclops hidden in the forest of information are waiting for a second eye that could give them perspective
this is not about us
trying to reach the other side of the underneath, our astral bodiex are exhausted
this is not about us
the kin goes beyond and spreads its energy all around
the love we’ve created does not belong to us
we kiss dying people foreheads to make them feel the warm
the healing path glows so we can find it in the dark.”
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Ana-mona servo shares her composition The love we’ve created does not belong to us, part of the installation We are humusexuals exhibited in Hors de la nuit des normes, hors de l’énorme énnui. Inviting audiences to sit down, the artist dresses the walls in an assemblage of organic tones, shaping the space as she composes her music and thinks about physicality.