EXHIBITION, CONCERT, READING, STREET ACTIVITY, PARTY, PERFORMANCE, THEATRE PIECE, LECTURE, SCREENING, ETC.
JOB, WORKSHOP, INTERNSHIP, COLLABORATION PROJECTS, JOINING A BAND, RESIDENCY, WANTED PROFESSIONAL, ETC.
ARTWORK, PIECE OF MUSIC, VIDEO, PIECE OF POETRY, ILLUSTRATION, SERIES OF PHOTOGRAPHS, CORPORATE DESIGN, ETC.
A story of misunderstanding between a man and a woman, in which the timeline we are used to is broken.
Leaving us at the mercy of their enigmatic references the dreams suggest they know more than us about ourselves.
"The other night I dreamed about you. Or at least I think it was you."
"It is said that if you dream of having sex with someone, this will never be the person you really want. "
"Why do you speak about sex, who spoke about this .. I dreamed, that's it. Are you smiling?"
"Because I know you .. Go ahead."
"I could never see your face. It was all very confusing, except what I felt and what I know you were feeling too. The feeling of not understand each other. I tried, but you were impenetrable. Any concept I wanted to express was impossible to share it with you.
You were like regressed to a primitive state. Do you know what the phylogenetics is?
"The process of branching of lineages in the evolution of life."
"You mean that you see me like that? Regressed?"
"Here or then?"
"What are you talking about? Talk to me at the present."
"... At night I wake up .. and it begins to define in my head the concept of entropy,
the definitive end. There will be a time when even the last stars, after the stage of white dwarfs,
they will be nothing more than burning embers. There will no longer be energy to burn, not even a single light, and the time will stop, since the time will die too. When it happens to me, my heart is pounding hard and I have to escape out of my bed and run.
Crawling away, crushed to the floor and feeling a bitter taste on the tip of my tongue.
Asking for help. I wondering where I will be after my death and what I will do forever after it .. While it. "
"As unlit cigarette...or not entirely.."
"The dying stars .. like the rest of smoked and crushed cigarettes.. I'm sorry you see the life on this way."
"Yes. In the dream..now I remember. You were smoking... it seems you know what I saw."
"In the dream, now, or both. It doesn't matter, no difference.
We understand each other in only two things. Fuck and smoke.
Put it this way, I offered you to smoke. I gave you the ability to spin the time as long as you like,
relight the dying stars.
Every smoked cigarette virtually prolongs your life indefinitely, because being able to witness to your own death makes you feel alive.
For the sex is the same thing: you always have to give to feel good. Your energy, what you feel. Your seed, your sweat, your calories for a smile, your lungs.
The universe is shown to your eyes. But don't feel alone, he also shown for the eyes of many others like you .. "
"It is a declaration of love?"
"..hmm .. Now open your eyes, dream on."