An elegy to Diane Burns on the shapes of mortality and being, and the forms the transcendent spirit takes while descending upon landscapes of life and death. A place for new mythologies to syncopate with deterritorialized movement and song, reifying old routes of reincarnation. Where resignation gives hope for another opportunity, another form, for a return to the vicissitudes ...
感觉像我死了,大家一起在我坟头蹦迪
开头是动物本能
跟夜交织在一起
很温暖 在我闭上眼睛不断冒出各种从未谋面的人脸的夜晚 是一座小小灯塔
感觉像是给摄影机喂了lsd之后去参加民族集会。
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