N° 2
My Archive: Moving images Fabrics that pretend to be silk
allow themselves to be penetrated by a light that projects
248 moving images,
appearing and disappearing
according to their own life cycle.
They disintegrate
without order or purpose,
beyond making an ephemeral presence.
The vitality of the pixels that make it through
is consumed
with each translucent layer that accumulates.
The hanging cords
are remnants of a life that, even in death,
clings and persists.
The final breath,
audible only because it is the last to remain,
recites as a final verdict;
a reminder of the existential anguish
from which every living being flees
in the hope of forgetting:
“I don’t want to die,
You don’t want to die,
We don’t want to die;
This is fear of death. I…”