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a dead wood pigeon lies on my back until i no sense feel it, until the feeling of the feathers on my skin disappears. lay it down on the ledge and open the door. as a reflection of the relation of body, life and difference, outside/inside, and the question what we are looking for and where bodies drive and drift.


bird language II at all i have never seen, green rooms london 2017.