Sometimes we just need a moment that lasts as if it will never end. For instance, a moment on a train without looking at a mobile phone. We can hear our own muted voice. This lasting moment is usually a quiet one, surrounded by different noises and nonsense. A moment we can hardly pursue. A quiet operating blender. An unknown sound you can barely hear in a meeting.
At this moment, we don't talk about love or ideas. Memories flee and things become clear. (Don't believe in those scenes in the movies. After all, it is not a moving moment.) We don't talk about it. And suddenly, we find it clear that we know what's most important in a life - it can be something, someone, or how to eliminate someone. Perhaps, things go right and go wrong in this lasting moment.
Somehow, we can't prove that we have changed since then. A nightmare becomes white, and a sad person is not necessarily unhappy. The happy man an uncanny person. Everything becomes clearer. Then we go on, in a slightly different way.
'And the sky is blue, but not for me and you.' - Lee Kit
Thursday, March 8: 12-8pm
Friday, March 9: 12-8pm
Saturday, March 10: 12-8pm
Sunday, March 11: 12-6pm