And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.
Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn my soul to stone,
I must learn to live againâ€”
Unlessâ€¦ Summer's ardent rustling
Is like a festival outside my window.
For a long time I've foreseen this
Brilliant day, deserted house.
w/ Johanna Blank, Morgan Ritter, Iko & Matt Machado, Alice Fiorelli, Anton N. Halla,
6footstranger, Brayden van Meurs, Angelika Vardalou
Curated by Torre Alain, Valerie You, Leif Zhang and Anna Schwarz
Poem by Anna Akhmatova
With special thanks to Sri Mariamman Kovil