One day the boundary of the corporeal will end and everything will disintegrate into pure energy. Only one single ocean will remain of the Earth, shimmering with waves of former flesh. Only a few birds will survive, freed from the carcasses of their cells, but not the memory cells of human language. They will fly endlessly over the surface of the ocean to find, unsuccessfully, an island on which they can rest. As they fly, they will want to repeat the words they heard in the last days of the old world. In random order, without understanding the essence, line by line, like a hackneyed song in an unknown language.
Set of 300 lines of text rhymed together. Divided into 3 separate chapters. 2019—2021. Produced in the form of paper cards, shuffled video installation, and as a non-linear singing voiceover.
Our love will melt the coldness
Rectangles will be broken
Assumptions grow inside us
Provisions seem unspoken
Before we see we know it
Traditions disappearing
New networks were expected
Not nothing but just pointless
We dream with eyes wide open
Both hands are pretty busy
Hands holding something heavy
Release the birds we beg you
One day this will be clear
We can’t ignore the moment
For this we have solutions
In solitude around us
We keep our mindset open
The silence looks familiar
Cannot replace us ever
Transforming into bigger
All complications faded
In childhood we remember
This day arises upon us
Few stones embrace our effort
Day grids make a calendar
Few minutes make a whole day
One hour is so tiny
We have more than we needed
Traditions recreated
Our chances pretty decent
We drink the freshest water
In clouds we see figures
Big bell is ringing louder
The grass is almost green now
We calculate the chances
We try to be persistent
Deep under lies the bottom
Upon us objects gather
We celebrate the future
We dream about machines
Through layers goes acceptance
The time is not important
We wish to keep the moment
Enlarge your daily effort
Become who think you are now
Stop making loud noises
Eat fruit and then drink water
Be gentle dude with others
This is what things are made of
This is how we perceive it
This is not really something
Please take a closer look now
We know it’s somewhere near
So we connect the dots now
Impossible to capture
Not easy to explain though
Should we proceed with caution?
Eleven hundred million
Three hundred pieces gathered
Clockwise rotating figures
Another illustration
Example of creation
Example of rotation
Example navigation
At breakfast we have sparkling
Elaborate your request
Embrace collisions happening
Forget if it’s incorrect
Malfunctioning controls chance
The scheme looks almost like that
With this and this and therefore
Our bodies made of pumpkins
This structure seems important
Let’s celebrate this moment
We hear you whisper something
We see you dancing somewhere
We feel you touch each other
Our language is a border
Let’s try to move it slowly
Let’s try to hide it somewhere
Let’s try to make conclusions
Stop hiding this from us please
We use some older techniques
This day is almost over
This night is almost over
This morning never happened
Coincidence programmed
Available by request
Forgetting not exploring
Exploring not just thinking
Eliminate obstructions
Returning back to basics
And let’s repeat importance
Whoever finds it proper
Irrelevant temptation
Which somehow goes further
We realise the pressure
Lost pieces got too puzzled
Forgive us we’re not thinking
Who’s first? Who’s third? Who’s second?
Whatever it will bring us
No matter how exposed
Investigate the border
Through overall achievements
Comparison to something
Comparison to new ones
Comparison to former
We do remember something
Rely on subtle measures
There are no perfect measures
There are no perfect rulers
No matter if we’re close now
No matter if they’re far now
Not anything but nothing
Example of two points
Example of three points
Example of connection
Eliminate the distance
Forget about perfect
Release your self-provoking
Obtain few layers over
We celebrate unknown
We point into nothing
Few things still happen faster
That we can even think of
The solid ground of feelings
Premultiplied, divided
We want to know the formats
Of who we are tomorrow
Forget not how to breathe friend
Although you’ve lost already
Although nothing’s around
We have a flexibility
It’s liquid, maybe blurry
It’s maybe disappointing
It’s maybe not a reason
It’s maybe not what you thought of
It’s maybe something other
It’s absolutely perfect
Let’s rearrange the order
We’ll try it once again now
But anyway proceeding
And that would be an answer
There is no proper answer
But searching is relative
It’s based on what you think of
It’s grounded deep and further
We think it doesn’t count
But you can have a look now
Will guide you to conclusions
There is no perfect order
There is no perfect mapping
Please choose coordinates now
And point them to some points
Around them is freespace
In freespace nothing happened
In freespace a connection
In freespace few examples
We will provide examples
Please have some more examples
With no orientation
And severe navigation
Direction variation
Successful integration
How many many many
Things happens at the same time
How later later later
We see them float closely
However this material
Explains a bit of structure
Of solid metastructure
Of fluid metastructure
Of flexi metastructure
Do we conceive the moment?
When something was like we thought
Do we respect the border?
That somehow was like we thought
New times ask for new actions
New action takes our comfort
Proceed here with caution
Proceed here with guidance
Proceed here as normal
How come you see it clear?
How come you are so close now?
How come the points are marked?
The map that now is shown
The map that was so hidden
Rotate around the axis
Elaborate your effort
Please make a proper effort
Do we remember questions?
We don’t remember questions
Do they remember questions?
They don’t remember questions
But who knows all the questions?
Nobody knows the question
Should we then ask a question?
But there are no questions
Exciting sense of wonder
Provides result of measures
Uncompromising status
Poetical collision
Metaphor as a highway
Few roads lead to crossing
And crossing leads to sparkle
And sparkle leads to plasma
And plasma leads to matter
Whoever is untrained
Whoever is unwelcome
Whoever is resolved
Let’s try another viewpoint
Now see it as a sample
Let’s try another structure
Now see it as a point
We have so many words now
Description still unknown
Let’s figure this collision
Let’s now apply a ruler
Let’s have it simplified
We will forget the question
The question’s unimportant
The answer is not needed
All calculations failed
But absence of solutions
Prediction still is solid
We have a better point
To measure means to strangle
Except few other methods
This method also measures
But hard to say exactly
We still think it will work out
We still think they will play out
We still think we will reach out
Now let’s recall the topic
Apologies for picture
It could be more correct but
This leads us to another
Revealing hidden borders
Let’s hide excess examples
It’s coming from position
And navigates to this part
We see this as a clear one
We plant a seed on crossing
A plant is something fragile
Name something that is fragile
Now take a look again please
Is it made somehow clearer?
That all we ask is nothing
And nothing you provide yet
So dialogue successful
We’ve reached a full agreement
On points that we raised
On questions that we asked
On terms we have established
From A to B and C then
From C to A through B now
From B to C (exclude A)
Example of the system
Example of the structure
Example of the forming
How should we raise our arrows?
Where should we point our eyes now?
So look at this equation
It seems like pretty clear now
Arrange those dots in order
What order will you choose then?
Is that correct enough yet?
Facilitate ambitions
Transparent walls exploded
Now this is not for real
Now this is unexpected
Now this is controversial
We know it’s controversial
But let’s have closer look now
And closer closer closer
And farther farther farther
And pick a near neighbour
To ask what happened next though
Provide your own description
Fulfill your own spreadsheet now
Connect your inner dots when
Not magic but a trick though
You see this as illusion
But this is an example
Of how you can think of things
Because of this you see this
Because of that you know that
Because of when you know when
Positions so relative
Exceptions so abundant
Inclusions might be working
Dreams come in distinct portions
Big grids are made of segments
Those segments come from points
All points are just nothing
This nothing comes from fear
And fear is made of nothing