by cecilia Erismann

The now is a moment of emptiness, it is insane. To be in the ‘now’ of language you need to be elsewhere. The future and the past mixing up in the present, there, where I don’t know why, where or what, but I do know that something is happening, it is shaping me and my words… To be spoken it is to be part of some kind of an old collection of words, where I already know the next line of my speech, to be speaking is to go to the edge – where I don’t know the next line, but know it’s coming, coming to the end. It’s over – silence.

IMG_8777_1Photo: self-portrait of Eduardo Figueiredo