LYD residency with Natasha Soobramanien, Part 1

Human hunger has a wonderfully sweet, pure voice. There is nothing human about the voice of hunger.

A number of people to each other.

Forzando il significato comune della parola.

Their fragile emotional wisdom, their transparent veil of syllabic sound, their sensory-tonal skin.

The silence out of which a voice arises.

You who narrate me, tu che mi racconti.

Call (or speak to / write) people for the specific purpose of inviting them to yr loft for a dialogue. In process for the rest of “life”.

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