AT NIGHTTIME,
MEMORIES BREAK APART,
DISSOLVE,
RECOMBINE.

IN AN ENZYMATIC CHOREOGRAPHY,
THEY FERMENT INTO UNFAMILIAR IMAGES,
MAKING ROOM FOR WHAT COULD NOT BE HELD IN DAYLIGHT,
NOW READY TO SURFACE AND GENTLY BECOME FEELING.

DREAMING IS METABOLISING.

LET’S SHARE A MEAL.
BRING A MEMORY.
I OFFER MINE.

WE TASTE.
WE SWALLOW.
GULP AND MACERATE.

AND DURING THIS ANTROPOFAGIC FEAST, OUR MEMORIES DIGEST INTO A PRIMORDIAL PASTE: 

A LIVING CONSISTENCY OF DREAMS, DESIRES, AND FEARS THAT MAKE THE SYSTEM OF AFFECTS, WITH ITS ASYMMETRIES, BALANCES, AND RHYTHM, PALPABLE. SOME FEELINGS CIRCULATE EASILY; OTHERS ARE INTERRUPTED, SEDIMENTED, AND DISTANT. 

IT IS MATTER TO PRESS, FOLD, STRETCH, AND TURN REPEATEDLY, TO DEVELOP STRUCTURE AND ELASTICITY.

HOW CAN WE CREATE OTHER FLOWS AND CONSISTENCIES, SO THAT WHAT’S TENDER CAN RISE IN ITS OWN TIME?

HOW CAN WE SOFTEN WHAT HAS HARDENED INTO UNFORESEEN EMOTIONAL PROXIMITIES, WHERE DIFFERENT WAYS OF FEELING – CONNECTION, DISTANCE, CARE, AND MEMORY – CAN FORM?

EACH ENCOUNTER ALTERS THE CHEMISTRY OF OUR AFFECTIVE BODY.

THERE, MICROORGANISMS OF EMPATHY PATIENTLY TRANSFORM WHAT FIRST ARRIVES AS FOREIGN, RELEASING HIDDEN NUTRIENTS, UNTIL WHAT ONCE FELT DISTANT BECOMES CAPABLE OF NOURISHING US.