020040082 UA-118642529-1 Time Tunnel of Else Z.anati | SUPERSPACE | somewhere buried

ON THE STAIRS 20sec <a fast forward sound and images> >< the woman is going down the stairs the woman is going up the stairs desperately looking for an exit in a labyrinth of the stairs >< <heart beats breathing fast sounds of doors closing and opening> <the voice of the woman keeps talking> I have got no idea about you but I have to do this every time It gives a kind of confidence feeling like everything is in between my hands but it is not, isnt it don’t worry there should be an exit somewhere around here and yes ON THE STAIRS 20sec <a fast forward sound and images> >< the woman is going down the stairs the woman is going up the stairs desperately looking for an exit in a labyrinth of the stairs >< <heart beats breathing fast sounds of doors closing and opening> <the voice of the woman keeps talking>

PROSPECTUS from an APERTURE 20sec <a fast forward sound and images> >< passing through the spaces… <the woman is going through spaces like cafe bars, shopping malls, churches, bookstores…etc. places of daily life but interior spaces.. we can see the streets in some of them but she doesnt go out yet > ><some places are seen twice or more >< <the voice of the woman -faster than usual - keeps talking about her impressions > -ok let me do this in a hurry, I am else z. anati or whatever, today is the last day of the city an ordinary day we can act like nothing has happened before i ve known it before thousands of time although I would know the city fiftyfour years much younger than this ---yes -the one born a hundred and nineteen years ago -and before that -and that… -goes to sleep for a hundred years -a hundred years later comes to life -and looks into your world with naked eyes -this is that her only work -which sounds really silly -and of course when the sleeping one comes into life the world is not like the one it once would be, as you supposed developing, altering, retrogressing without consideration of how much retrogressing during developing it is not your fault no time to turn back to understand to remember you should immediately die before living --I am old.. very old but only in her nineteens -this is what you see dead tired… for a long time/long time ago/already/a good many of dying a thousands.. of living a thousands of understanding/finding out you of delivering you of getting into your dreams, diseased, stealthy if you please let me now I am in a hurry images have lost their meanings if they have had any at all --an old swampland, that the ducks quit working -she would say if you dare to ask -seemingly not a native of anywhere -a homeless of anytime -the eye that sees the world from the perspective of the dead will -be annihilated again -but who the hell cares!! --what I regret most is not ageing like you -to die -you cannot see a single wrinkle in every new face of mine but you see, what is going on is not going on the way it used to be and I know you are loved much more when it happens in that way--the last time I died from this, like in a deep sleepiness where afterwards all a carelessly done war was just about to start in which everbody was far on in time after that your women forget all of this to consecrate the angels of the sky all had a name yes, some people had already named nameless one does not exist, I bet you know it

 

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