Come where the dream rests in the shell.

Come where the dream rests in the shell. Word score (a structure to be read, listened to and felt) Prologue (voice): Come where the dream rests in the shell. Do you want to lie down? The journey begins right where you are. (silence) (soft music, with a dreamlike quality) Close/Far Setting: A cafe that may be a dream, a memory or solely a place of thought. SHE: Parallel thoughts flowing between plans. Put on your shoes. Don’t ask. Come here. (silence – as if something has ended but no one knows what) Transition (happens in motion, in a space between day and dream; accompanied by a relaxing music) Space Two figures. Their voices are soft. HE: Suspended in history, like an antiquary collecting traces of an era recorded in fabric, I move in a space where the reality that once existed encounters the one yet to come. SHE: A nymph who speaks to the wind, with a subtle voice that opens portals to worlds beyond language. BOTH: In the common space we share stories recorded over time. HE: Room temperature. Time The narrative slowly builds. This is not a race. Time – resting. Assuming that we all have our own time, we can embark on individual journeys. Let’s become archaeologists of our new temporality. It’s us who – by becoming ourselves – determine what time we are in. In my view: It’s best to be outside of time – open to knowing, sensing and seeing the world. The taste of time (voice): What does your time taste of? A journey in shoes – identical forms for both feet – where time, through breaking, moulds individual shapes. Sounds tempting? Archaeology of the moment Crinkled cream paper. You – wearing gloves, like an archaeologist – gently pick up objects. In silence. Focused. You are watching. This is not yet the moment when you assign meaning to them. This is a fleeting moment. You are in it. In this particular moment. Later you begin to sketch general concepts. A few steps further – the weight of the meaning arrives. Exhibition (world of the form and voice) (fragment of the exhibition by Antonina Nowacka and Tomasz Umbras described vocally, as if sung) This is a meeting of sound and form. Dream and matter. Nowacka – a mesmerising voice, opens portals beyond language. Umbras – fabric and sculpture, where the reality that once existed encounters the one yet to come. Matter and imagination. Human and animal. Creating together an ephemeral space in which stories are told through sound and substance, through voice and form. (whisper): You peek inside the drawers of memory, premonitions and dreams. You uncover new dimensions of the world that surrounds you. Looking from a window (my voice – intimate, slow) I look towards the window... The bay window next door is watching me. The rest of the window is covered with a frosted film. A social filter. Installed a few years ago to ensure everything was GDPR compliant. From the journey, Part I Two days of travel separate this young man (and young he is, with few firm roots in life) from his everyday world, especially from what he called his duties, interests, worries, and prospects – separate him far more than he had dreamed possible as he rode to the station in a handsome cab.1 From the journey, Part II HE or SHE (or both): Following the sound and movement, I find myself in a space where fashion and music become a story. Rather than through words, here the story speaks through texture and gestures. As if each element had its own memory. I don’t know if I can describe this place – but I will certainly remember it. Silence after the sound (the space blurs) This is not yet the moment to assign meaning. Silence. Just a breath. In a minute – the weight of meaning. 1 Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain, transl. by John E. Woods, Everyman’s Library 2005.