a drop of cloud landing
wind
wind passing through a tunnel
wind passing through an opening
wind passing through the pores of bodies
wind passing through clouds
wind passing through permeable states
wind passing through fading words
wind passing through leaves
wind passing through eyelashes
wind passing through echoes
then land still
but what is the sound of wind?
distant voices
kissed by the awareness of mosquitos
tickling,
popping,
itching,
enduring,
for
emerging encountering,
touching,
relating with beings
sound of wind is like now
the breathes that wonder among you and me
the air going through orifices
as the floating black hole
absorbing lights
and at the same time
radiating its shimmers in alter-dimensions
a dimension where three moons rising
a dimension where ice age has passed
a dimension where sunsets in underwater
a dimension where is populated with cats, werewolves, bees, goats, and no crocodile tears.
we all fervently hope that this will be an improvement on humanity
which deliberately renounced the pneuma of the spirits
the spirits of wind
shapeshifting into
rippling waves
which you may hear…
and fall…
into…
In collaboration with Yen Chun Lin and Marijn Degenaar, A drop of cloud landing is a listening and bedtime storytelling camping experience by ‘Here, a nut falls twice’ co-organised with Rupert Residency. This experience is weaved contributions from Sara Sassanelli, Matilda Tjäder, Felix Riemann, Alois Yang.
