We never exist on sunday it's my very old dream of the other we don't expect anymore the other making ourselves disseapear the other is only an old dream where you will not even exist on sunday afternoons you will cry between the kitchen and the bathroom  understanding to take us away from ourselves it is not possible because of course it was what we were expecting so much getting out of ourselves we don't want to bear anymore our old dream wants her to make us into a miracle she has to be miraculous she has to make life bearable if someone can live at my place insted of me living for us like  a normal scenario we wanted, i repainted a studio all white we painted  the studio we painted the studio to escape from ourselves in the other eyes to escape from the half orange we could be : we are not finished then we are  inventing a third individual where we won't know who we   are but they are someone because they are the third one some people exist on sunday for another one and it's not about being the third individual with someone it's just how i make you exist how i make you exist because i can even if i cannot save you i can try to make it exist on sunday even if you will cry your matt out and lalala i can do it like a normal scenario people make life bearable on sunday i believe i can split myself in two spaces at the same time inventing you with us to make a third one sure

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Performers: Yannick Bosc, Ahmed El Gendy, Adrian Linz, Ingeborg Meier Andersen, Louise Doumeng

Crédit photo : Nellie De Boer

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