“we ate the birds”

han's face full of scratches and cuts...

finds, relics, traces...

pieces despite coming from different places;  pointing to similar memories, sometimes by connecting with each other, passing through each other, circulate in the present, with distortions, slips, cuts, and ruptures.

by saying that a space of uncertainty

can be created between the shown and the deleted, between seeing and not seeing.                                                                                        another space somewhere on the border between representation and reality.

even though we're blinded by the light that's caught in our eyes, we know

"we ate the birds" "we have blood on our wrists"
light shows but erases at the same time and leaves some things out while showing, offering a smooth surface. remembering and forgetting are also presented by the powers in the light they catch our eyes, by producing power relations and creating an illusion of integrity.

whereas memory is full of cracks and tears, gaps, lacks integrity. there is no completeness.

the “inexplicable” is in the leak of those cracks, oscillating in the void.

it is in the every “gap in testimony”.

let's look at that gap.

without seizing, without usurping, without filling it with ourselves.

let's listen to what's leaking from those cracks and cuts.

by driving the traces into ourselves, by discovering and owning our own guilt..