| Everyville rises from the ashes of a senseless city. But with the same requirements. It rises dead already, white already. Yet hints still fill the space, only we have to go back to read them. Exact elements spread in the streets, subtle measures, tools of this brand new sensitivity, they unconsciously stimulate our senses. They draw our attention, stir up our interest, they interact. They distribute objects: cameras give us new points of view, headphones play the sounds of the city, retrieved melodies. Perfumes and tastes flood the streets and the air gets thinner; maps of matter tell us city stories.They guide us as a thread. More and more near, until they turn into a forest of poles. An explosion of forces changes the space, they characterize it. Maybe the music wasn't that loud. |
