Over

Over Performance

Show VI opening 27 August 2010

MMX Berlin Performed from 7 p.m. to 8:30 p.m.

Seven thirty -five a.m. Two degrees. The subject leaves home. Seven thirty-five a.m., two degrees. Sun. Walks out. No one around. The subject walks. Straight. I don’t see anyone. Seven thirty-five a.m., two degrees, sun, frost.

Straight. I and the subject, we are

alone. I see a scooter. It crosses with red light. (...) The subject slows, I slow. He is close. Seven fifty-eight a.m. If you have to go, you have to go. What you

should do, you should do. Left. My eyes are burning. I see a shopping mall.

Straight. Straight. I see Workshop repairs. I see Nuclear free zone. I see Workshop sheet wrought iron. The subject walks off. I keep an eye on him, I’m still. I see Roofings. I see Hypermarket. I see Pizza. I

see Wholesale self service and snack bar. I see Industrial shelving and mezzanines – 4000 square meters exhibition. Straight. Fill in the blanks. I see Pizzeria restaurant. I see Natural gas sys

tem installation. I see Rolled sections. Straight. No choice. Tomorrow. Right. Right. Left. The subject stops.

(...)Tomorrow there will be someone else. I’ll wait at home. My home. Someone will write. Everything, everything for me. But I don’t see.

I don’t see. I see Awnings - Gar den furnishings. I see Back entrance. The city is over, dead, dry, dark. It rains. Cold hands. Cold feet. Here you go. Six nineteen p.m. Be small.

Ant with asthma. It’s dark. It never ends. I’m not breathing. I walk. (...) Nothing is missing. And you can’t get lost. You enjoy eating in Self service. And starting a talk. I see Hardware and tools. And you enjoy walking. You enjoy watching television in the showcases. You enjoy listening to the other’s talks. You enjoy the sun. You enjoy…what? What do you enjoy? I see Polyethylene packaging. You take the breaks you want. You ab- sorb silence. You absorb noise. I can’t help it. This is the rhythm. Occasionally, I see protests against an incinerator. I see sheets. But you walk. And I’m behind you.(...)Nothing happens. (...) The planets are aligned. I can see all the stars. I can see tomorrow. Seven thirty-five a.m.

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