Nobody has told me any of this. But the echoes of all this tremendous gossip were still bouncing off the walls when I walked into the room. The traces of your voices are still twisting around in funny ways, deforming not the people but the spectres that you have wanted them to become. And when I arrive, or when anyone arrives, what they feel is the weight. The weight of these voices hanging from our shoulders like carrying a wasted friend back home at 5am.
Texts: Soren Evinson
Performers: Claire Thill, Irene Wernli and Soren Evinson
Light designer: Charlie Hope
Produced by Independent Little Lies, Kulturfabrik and Topophobia