Tanzquartier Wien

Rumour has it that the layers underneath the ground have preserved friction energy from sociologic changes and collective reconfigurations over centuries. The earth’s crust has stored geological activities, memories, and marches, generating magnetic heat and making it possible to defeat the decomposition of flesh in ideal circumstances.How long has she been there, defying decomposition? Nobody knows. The layers are getting thicker as she crawls and crawls and crawls and crawls. Up, towards the sunlight that pierces through the open cracks and her lengthy fingernails are clawing through the soil. She is boiling, roasting, red-hot fuming. The cold, fresh air too unbearable to be inhaled, the light too bright to be absorbed – so she vents. Completely chaotic, headless, spineless. She needs a form – any distinct style – to clasp onto. So, she could tend to some temporary business – and then be gone again, forever.