ACT 6:

The Intimate, The Unspoken,
The Remembered.


Dafne Louzioti

Katharine Fry 

Vanio Papadelli
Bruno Humberto
Nicole Dimitrakopoulou 

 

This place is not real. It is a half-dreamed network of exhumed memories and desires perforating the thin film of assumed reality. The walls are falling, the paint is falling, the chairs are falling. If you step inside can you read the map(s) left behind? If you listen carefully can you hear the walls whisper their secrets?

This is the story of a handkerchief, the moon and two cups of coffee forgotten on the window ledge or what happens when loneliness sinks into the flesh.

This is the story of a man is wandering through his archive of remembrance and forgetfulness.

This is a story of a woman who has lost her name and too much dirty laundry.

This is the story of a moment we once shared.