“I’d like to see this place… Then go and see it and come back and tell me how it is… The key is in my bag… You could go together… I’m prepared… “
ZOO, P. Greeneway

I am dancing here for you. This is my station. I am sure that it is possible for us to meet at this station. There is only one rule at this station: you have to prove that you are dancing for me; you will do anything to convince me, even if you have to treat your body as a container ignoring its damage. If this happens then we will meet and make an agreement: I will dance for you. But if you fail we will have to part and then I will take what you have given for ever.

Attempts to make contact with another person. An attempt to grasp the resultant changes within us.

Is the body merely a container? Does my body belong to me or do I belong to my body? The indeterminate nature of these questions causes a state of permanent movement in relation to my own self. I am observing the efforts to go beyond these limits.

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