Last night’s limits

The leftovers, the bits, we holds on to to re-construct re-assurance. Memories, last times, last moments. We hold our breath, we hope we all meet again, across time and nerve zones. I stayed late reading, watching and thinking…emptily. I am getting away to get ahead. I can do that here. Relive what is no longer possible elsewhere, a week-end in Xinlan, Taiwan. 
A last chance for a consumerist anti-social. 

Credit: Voices from Kasba Tadla, Morocco: El Alami Aicha (my mom), El Alami Atika and El Alami Chafiaa (my aunts).

This work was submitted as part of the “Anti-Social” – Yactac Virtual Art Exhibition.

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