spectactor: where do I begin?
spectactor: where do you begin?
spectactor: am
spectactor: in a disrupted state
spectactor: of
spectactor: being
spectactor: breathing
spectactor: moving
the spectactor takes a seat. as if they were sitting on a warm stone in the sun, they find a relaxed position, feet apart, arms resting, relaxed shoulders and face muscles. the spectactor takes a deep breath in and while they slowly exhale, they turn their head to the left. then another breath in and while they exhale slowly, they turn their head to the right. as they keep breathing, they look straight ahead and leaves the chair.
spectactor: everytime I try to move
spectactor: I lose track of my destination
spectactor: feet touching the ground
spectactor: I lose track of where I came from
spectactor: ruined
spectactor: my body keeps moving
spectactor: in my mind
spectactor: I am moving
spectactor: you are not ruined
spectactor: repeating the same patterns
spectactor: looking for a way
spectactor: out
spectactor: I am a fragment
spectactor: stay
spectactor: is my body not moving
spectactor: ruins
spectactor: now is not the time
spectactor: to give up
spectactor: on your loved ones
spectactor: feet touching the ground
spectactor: moving through time
spectactor: I am a fragment
spectactor: of a
spectactor: we
spectactor: I am a fragment
spectactor: of
spectactor: you
spectactor: unstable
spectactor: connections
spectactor: hearts
spectactor: beating
spectactor: to the same
spectactor: lost
spectactor: pixels
spectactor: of
spectactor: lungs
spectactor: breathing in
spectactor: not enough cables in this world
spectactor: to carry my warm embrace
spectactor: your skin is
spectactor: reaching
spectactor: rewriting
spectactor: future
spectactor: memories
spectactor: of each other
spectactor: where do you begin?
spectactor: am I not moving?
spectactor: are we not
spectactor: moving
spectactor: through time
spectactor: resonating
spectactor: in
spectactor: the stories
spectactor: of
spectactor: each other
spectactor: are we not
spectactor: where do I begin?
spectactor: ruins
spectactor: where do I end?
spectactor: where do you end?
spectactor: do I end in you?
spectactor: warm ruins
spectactor: do you end in me?
spectactor: do I end in you?
spectactor: embrace a random object
spectactor: do I end where my feet touch the ground?
spectactor: do I end where my hands begin?
spectactor: do I end where my voice ends?
spectactor: do I begin where my voice ends?
spectactor: do you begin in me?
spectactor: do I begin in you?
spectactor: do you begin in me?
spectactor: do I begin in you?
an undefined number of spectactors in the black box at YC festival. their phones light up their faces. they enter and leave whenever they want. they improvise their way around the space together. microphones record the sound of their voices. from Jendouba in Tunisia, a dancer is moving his digital body.