The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.

she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

92i Veyron

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

Dance Capsule 02

souvenir (words)

notes on ?-based language

a body is a host is a webshop

Dance Capsule #4

Spaces are dancefloors waiting for the drop in order to exist.

is a dancer, choreographer and performer living and working in New York City.

ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

Atrophy of Fate

Five Poems

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

Maze

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

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