‘Epidermis’
Where will you end up? Is there only one last cell separating you and the dizzying precipice outside? If someone is in a museum looking at a painting, is that person the witness? Or is the witness inside the painting? Can reason only set things right in times of calm – or can it also do so during a crisis?
The height of crisis is the point where impulsivity brings us to the most absurd atrocities as forms of resolution: shooting, running, poisoning, humiliation; letting go of the leash; hitting, dying, living. But what is really more absurd: a calm world or one in crisis?
‘Epidermis’ is an attempt at personal research; to escape the void by entering the void – an attempt to stop writing so pedantically, to fuse the subject with the object, to survive this absurdity through the absurd – and attempting to accept the crisis.