"THERE IS NO/MAD WOMEN IN THIS ATTIC."




-Berteke Waldijk-
(in Nomadic Subjects, R.Braidotti)

Eleges o lugar da ferida
onde falamos o nosso silêncio.

Fazes da minha vida
esta cerimónia demasiado pura.

Alejandra Pizarnik
imagem: G.Cadieux

Millicent Weems:

What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special.
You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one.
The specifics hardly matter.
Everyone's everyone.

So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours.
It is time for you to understand this.

Walk.

Synedoche, New York