On stealing the future that already belong to us
I wish it were an open space that constantly regenerates. A space to play so the essence of the human animal can appear without effort. I'm thinking with my eyes closed: what are my wishes? First I want to build a community that moves and shifts and exchange stories and listen and listen again. Listen to our temporality, be attentive, available, permeable, open. I want to build a space of affection, and we share only time, our wealth.
Let's trade time and be present and undecided. I wish to work daily with an uncertainty that is a provocation, a food to go further Our temporality is uncertainty and therefore we can do everything we want. We have to create our own language which is to build together the places we want to see (even when, for some reason, our eyesight is or precisely then, because how else are we supposed to imagine anything worth considering and in this blur we summon the futures that already belong to us). Collective readings, dinners, public expeditions and conversations over chai, and to go out into the streets and make up stories, invent, unlearn, unfold and cut up stories, dig up stories and unfold and throw them away and start all over again.
– Ainhoa, Agat, Tom and Pankaj