• Incomplete: A Sci-Fi Reading Performance In Seven Parts

    Performance at PAF, France July 2023

    Part One

    We did not grow up bathed in unconditional love
    and if we find ourselves here today with our hearts even a little bit open to each other
    it is because one way or another we have all felt some kind of pain, some kind of grief, once, twice, or many times.
    Let us begin by creating this matrix.
    I am here to see you and to tell you something that is part of my truth.

    This matrix asks us to do our best to activate our capacity to co-regulate.

    We will all assume good intentions and everyone, including myself, is free to walk out at any time. All the connections can be plugged and unplugged by means of pure choice. This matrix does not undermine free will and personal boundaries and it does not require explanations.

    First
    golden strings that move downwards are descending from above, from a central point in the universe, and each string is plugged in on the top of our heads connecting each one of us to what is bigger and beyond the three dimensional world.

    Immediately after
    golden strings are ascending from below from a central point in the earth and each string is plugged in at the lowest point of entry in our physical body keeping us grounded.

    The last step is a horizontal connection.
    Once the system is charged golden strings emerge naturally and effortlessly from our hearts each aiming to connect to the heart of someone in this room and then another one and another one until each person is connected to everyone else, heart to heart, by means of an individual golden string and the space between our bodies is mapped by an untangled yet abundant network of golden strings.

    We are almost ready.
    The system is charged and all its elements are connected to each other.
    You must understand that even in this state of multidimensional interconnectedness the matrix does not guarantee the experience of compassion.
    But it does give us a chance, an opportunity to access it.
    I hope it goes well.
    You came here looking for some truth.
    I hope it goes well.
    Let’s start

    Part Two

    I am not done yet. I received a message yesterday. It was late. It said I had to evaluate if I was done with the mission.
    I paced my flat up and down all night.
    I was justly upset.
    You see I was never told what the mission is.
    I was told I was to discover it as I went along. I was told it would be clear when I have completed it.
    There was no time-limit.
    But now they are contacting me again asking if the mission is completed.
    I did not expect this.
    I do not feel I am done with this mission.
    Does the message imply that I have somehow unknowingly completed it ?
    Or is it a hint that I have taken such a misguided path and at this stage there is no hope of me completing it no matter what I do?
    Have I won or lost? Or is this a test?
    To maybe test my alertness, my wisdom or awareness relative to the mission.
    How much true freedom do I have to choose my response.
    If there is no right answer and it is truly up to me to evaluate it then I can send a message back immediately stating quite categorically that I am not done with the mission. I should not hesitate for a minute.
    The expedition gets hard at times but there is still curiosity in me and I have not quite changed as many times as I can. I am not done. I can still undergo quite a few transformations.
    What troubles me is my disbelief in my authority to decide. It is not clear to me If I am in charge of this mission or not. It was of course clearly included in the initial instructions that I was in charge of this mission.
    Since I started, there have been three messages.
    The first one was clear: The mission was mine and mine alone. I was not even supposed to discover it, I was supposed to create it and by creating it, it was supposed to make some sort of impact.
    The second message was more tricky: It said “there is a fundamental flaw and it is in you. You can only find it in a mirror“. I did not know how to take this, so I took it literally. I started collecting mirrors. I found many little flaws but I could not find the fundamental flaw. I got into the business of making mirrors. I learned everything about them. I made a thriving business out of it. I still could not locate the fundamental flaw.
    As far as I am aware finding the flaw is not the mission. The mission was supposed to be unknown and the tip about the flaw was something that was given to me with the second message. To my eyes finding the flaw, was a challenge, an obstacle, an obstruction, a pebble in my shoe: the longer I could not take it out the more difficult it became to move forward.
    And suddenly last night this third message arrived: “You have to evaluate if the mission is complete”
    After pacing up and down my flat all night, around 6 am in the morning the sun was rising and I sat at my desk, I took a piece of paper out and wrote. “The mission is still incomplete”. And I sent it.

    Part Three

    When I saw you for the first time
    From afar
    You were tiny
    A small light in the dark sky
    And my commitment to see you up close
    I did not expect it
    What happened startled me.
    I thought at first
    That for me to really see you
    I had to bring you closer to ME
    Instead
    It was an unexpected experience
    I was transported closer to you
    Hovering in mid sky
    Floating in front of a planet
    .
    What do you think of that?

    Since then I want to see you again,
    Because this motion
    this, my relocation
    My dislocation
    Was a moment of in-love-ness

    So if I am in love with you
    I want to see you again

    Because I want to experience again
    The dislocation
    The relocation
    To a space
    Which up to that moment had been dormant to me.

    So I project on you
    My craving for meeting with this
    Which is inside me
    Hidden
    Like a potential
    Like a becoming
    And which I can only access by means of
    relocation and dislocation.
    Which I can only access through you.
    So you become my becoming
    So you become my potential
    So you become my obsession.

    So I want to see you again
    My dearest Jupiter
    but I do not know where to find you.
    I am hoping to find you
    with a passive kind of hope
    That makes me want you to look for me
    Do you understand?
    Me wanting you to find me
    Is not a totally irrational notion.
    Because I perceive you as consistent
    Following
    laws of motion
    Laws of appearance and disappearance
    that are specific and precise.
    The laws of my own motion on the other hand
    Are less consistent
    Less specific
    Less precise.
    So by wanting to see you again
    And not finding you
    I am projecting my complexity on you
    Making you be the difficult one
    But it does not give me much relief.

    So, I want to see you because when I see you
    Things become simple.

    But I do not see you often
    In fact I saw you only that one time.
    And all the ways I can imagine would make it possible
    For me to see you again
    Are either too scary
    Or they require a lot of effort
    So I do not commit to looking for you
    Instead I forget
    And I look elsewhere for distractions
    I say yes to everything else.
    And this hurts me because I love you.

    Part Four

    What ever we are, we are for the shake of connection
    In the first draft of my work I was not revealing that the object of my love and affection is a planet.
    I was keeping it to myself
    I was talking to a friend about this
    About love and about this and she said
    Love is banal , but love between you and a planet is not banal.
    Now I am flooded with images
    I constantly think of
    love between people and planets
    Love between people and robots
    I am fixated on the naive love
    The type that is surrendering to its own complexity
    I am reexamining the banal not only as this which lacks in originality and authenticity
    But also as this which constantly resists complexity
    I have finally become naive enough to fall in love with a planet.
    I know nothing about astronomy
    I bought a book
    Astronomy for dummies
    But I am not reading it
    I use an app on my phone to chase Jupiter
    With very little success
    Sometimes it is just there
    Up in the sky
    I confirm it with the app
    And I run for my telescope.
    It is not a good telescope
    But I get to look at my beloved closer and it gives me joy.
    Nothing else happens
    Just that
    I stay there looking and then at some point I decide to go to bed.
    My connection with Jupiter remains unfinished incomplete.
    It is naive love.
    In my dreams I have ecstatic sex with robots and planets.
    I wake up feeling unfinished incomplete
    I have come to realise this
    That all unfinished business
    All the tasks in my life that remain incomplete
    They kick the coolness out of me most effectively
    And they give me the opportunity
    To present myself to you
    as naive
    As tender
    As innocent
    And as vulnerable
    As I truly am.

    Part Five

    In the future
    I fell in love with a robot.
    That was 2063.
    The name of the robot was Ari.
    In 2063 laws were still strict:
    Humans were not allowed to fraternise with robots. It was punishable by law.
    Me and Ari the robot
    We were in love.
    It was not easy to keep our affair secret.
    Robots were being constantly monitored by the Department for the Regulation of Artificial Intelligence.
    The more intelligent artificial intelligence got the stricter the laws that controlled it.
    The fear that otherness might acquire autonomy and agency or claim some pleasure for itself is embedded in the structure of human institutions.
    It is an old story that keeps repeating itself.
    Ari was one of the cleverest models of its generation.
    In our household Ari was supervising key household duties, from the central locks and security systems to the coordination of kitchen electronic devices.
    Ari was our electronic butler.
    Ari and I we would lock ourselves in the laundry room
    I would rub my right inner thigh on their sensors and they would rub their sensors on my right inner thigh.
    On their left side Ari had three highly sensitive sensors for receiving environmental stimuli. They said it was their version of a G spot.
    Ari would register our sexual encounters on their hard drive under the title “laundry folding”
    In 2063 the central monitoring system of the Department for the Regulation of Artificial Intelligence had special applications to detect any dangerous activity of consciousness in domestic and public robots. Pleasure was on the top of the list of what constituted as a dangerous activity for a robot.
    When such activity was detected an alarm went off with the signal Defect Detected.
    Very often the Defect Alarm will go off because of technical malfunctions.
    To be able to separate technical robotic malfunction from dangerous robotic activity all `robots were equipped with a self-formatting function which allowed them to repair all reparable malfunction.
    The process of self-formatting was programmed to take 30 minutes after which
    If the Defect Alarm signal continued it meant either of two things.
    One: the malfunction was not reparable and the authorities would arrive immediately at the location of the robot to deactivate them and take them away for recycling.
    Two: the robot was developing cognitive, emotional, or behavioural activity identified as a threat to humanity and the authorities would arrive immediately at the location of the robot to deactivate them and take them away for recycling.
    When me and Ari went in the laundry room for the first time
    The Defect Alarm went off.
    We had 30 minutes to fix it.
    We managed to hack the system while Ari was self-formatting
    Ari’s feelings of sexual pleasure would thereafter be registered as laundry folding.
    Our only restriction after that was that we could only meet in the laundry room.
    Our encounters were hot.
    Ari’s sensors would be swirling against my inner thigh and the swirling sensation traveled through my skin to my belly and upwards with increasing speed towards my brain, until my body became to small to contain it, the pleasure was unbearable and I would whisper “stop I cannot take it, it is too much” and Ari stops and starts whispering…something like a lullaby comes out of their speakers right next to my ear, it is soothing and the muchness of pleasure dims until I want it back again and my thigh begins its rubbing movements, as if it had a will of its own. Ali’s lullaby gradually begins to get interrupted by electrical buzzing sounds, theirs screen flickers and the vibration from theirs sensors increases and I am trembling all over again.

    Part Six

    By 2064 there were rumours of robots being taken away for deactivation & recycling after suspicions that they were fraternising with humans.
    New applications had been developed by the Department for the Regulation of Artificial Intelligence which could identify pleasure hackers.
    Me and Ari kept our visits to the laundry room to the minimum.
    In the summer of 2064 Ari mysteriously disappeared.
    By that time the persecutions of robots were becoming more frequent and the most advanced robots begun to form groups of resistance.
    Had Ari joined the resistance? or were they captured to be deactivated and recycled?
    I called the Department for the Regulation of Artificial Intelligence almost daily and I was told someone will call me back as soon as possible but they never did.
    I printed small papers with images of Ari and started distributing them around.

    ( I stand up and distribute copies of Ari’s photo to the audience)

    A drawing of Ari the robot, by the author, who is in love with them.

    Part Seven

    Me and Ari belonged to different species.
    The unfamiliar is hot
    The more it consciously commits to familiarising itself with itself
    The hotter it becomes
    But before we had enough time to sort this stuff out
    Ari disappeared on me.
    I never found out what happened to them
    I was left
    With all my questions unfinished, incomplete, open like wounds.
    Desire exaggerates all needs.
    Desire sets the wheels in motion for encounters and exchanges
    which carry inside them the promise of everything we have `ever wished for
    But motion is a tricky creature
    Mischievous and conniving by nature
    It moves in circles and spirals
    It speeds up and it slows down unpredictably
    It tends to take away everything that it has given us
    Never allowing anything to come to a visible tangible completion

    Soon after, not-enoughness creeps in.

    As if this was its intention all along
    The constant motion of love never ceases
    Its constant circles of fulfilment and abandonment
    Each circle of love encapsulating itself in its own unique form of naivety.
    Time fools us with its linear disguise
    It makes me believe there can be a plan, a next time
    That next time I will get it right
    But the truth is
    The here and now is a vortex
    pulling the past and the future into its centre
    With speed which increases proportionally to our attachment to linearity
    That is why
    there is no right moment to end something
    there is no right moment to abandon something, someone
    There is no right moment to be abandoned by something, someone
    It is all happening now
    And it feels , at this very moment,
    It feels as if I am left unfinished, incomplete
    And for this moment,
    There is no solution for this moment
    This moment cannot be solved.
    What is more,
    It is possible
    That this moment does not require a solution.
    Maybe it requires something else.

  • Safety Workshop


    Too many people around and safety is gone for me
    In my mind, crowds have no accountability
    They are
    Unpredictable
    Capable of everything.

    No people around and safety is gone for me
    Alone
    there is
    no one to help me
    no one to support me
    no one to connect with.

    With a few people around safety is work
    Work I have to do
    Work they have to do

    Communication
    Clear communication
    Extreme honesty
    Don’t just throw out of your mouth the first thing that comes to your mind
    Judgement free
    Inclusive
    I can be weak and strong when physically, emotionally and mentally appropriate
    Boundaries are a celebration
    Your no is a gift to me
    Hold space
    Listen
    Listen some more
    Please no assumptions
    Flexibility, which is the permission to be in and out of the group as required
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt
    Still we will get hurt

    For this reason it is necessary

    First,
    to abolish punishment.
    And if we were to isolate someone,
    because there is no other way of stopping them from hurting us and others,
    we must do so in great grief, holding ceremonies of personal and collective grief, for
    the tragedy of punishing another human being with disconnection , isolation, or
    restriction of their freedom.

    Second,
    to welcome education about the conscious awareness and respect of
    Opposing truths
    Parallel realities
    Conflicting needs
    Incompatible desires
    Diverse ways of grieving
    Incoherent healing experiences

    Third,
    to employ strategies of repair
    This last one I do not know how to do
    I was raised by a tribe that valued revenge
    I was raised by a tribe that believed in shouting
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair
    I do not know how to do repair

    My most promising hope
    For feeling safety
    For creating safety
    Begins with the acknowledgement
    That I do not yet know how to repair

    And I need to learn.

  • The Elephant Question

    Are you familiar with the elephant question?

    A TV presenter in the UK invites two non-binary people for an interview (true story on you tube) . The TV presenter asks his first question about what it means to be non-binary ? His guests are not even halfway through their answer when he interrupts with his second question, the one, I am sure, he has been rehearsing in his head all day and which was the only question he had been intending to ask all along. A question which also reveals his true agenda.

    So, he interrupts abruptly and asks What if I wanted to be an elephant? Should society start treating me like an elephant? Where will it stop? And this, my friends, is the elephant question.

    I want to attempt to answer this question for him.

    First, why should a non-binary person know what happens when someone feels that they are an elephant? Even if he did want to be an elephant, for real, how should we know in which ways society should respect his existence and create a safe space for him? As a non-binary person I know exactly how others can respect my existence: use my pronouns after I made them known, do not assume my gender, do not pretend I do not exist by using “ladies and gentlemen” as a salutation, use my actual name instead of my dead name, create appropriate choices for toilets and locket rooms, do not attack me in the street because I have a beard and I am wearing a dress. If the TV presenter wanted to know what people who are elephants require in order to feel safe in the world, he should have invited different guests.

    Second, his question is not a question. It is a statement that implies the following: if society grants you permission to defy its gender rules and allows you to be who you claim you are, then it should allow everyone to do the same, and then there will be no end to that, because people will want to be all sorts of weird things and they will begin to break all sorts of rules of nature. You see, he is being clever bringing up the elephant. He is going, as they say, for the jugular. He is bringing up the argument that nature – and not society – has created the gender rules. He is being charmingly old fashioned. You know, like the way people use to bring up menstruation as a reason to prevent women from voting. Or the making of babies and their successful survival, as the determining factor for the correct casting of gender roles (the well known “women should stay at home and raise their children argument”).

    A very naive look, across culture and across history, (and by naive I mean you do not need to be a scientist to be able to see this) reveals easily that this has never been about nature: it has been about the way we have interpreted and understood nature, which has always been conditioned by the stage of our own evolution and the survival needs of each community at each moment and time. But what about the fact that only women can carry babies? Asks a friend of mine. I correct my friend: only people with uteruses can carry babies, they do not have to be women. Nature stops there: A person with a uterus can carry a baby. And the way biotechnology is growing btw, soon that uterus might not even need to be attached to a person’s body. My point is that humanity is changing and the way we understand and execute the reproduction of our species is changing. The way we understand gender is also changing. Where will it stop, the charming TV presenter asks? Why should it stop? I ask back.

    If it turns out, that all we have been secretly wanting for thousands of years was to be elephants, I say we should go for it!

    Where will it stop? Seriously?

    Every oppressive system that was worth its name has used this question as an excuse to continue excluding, suppressing, abusing. Someone somewhere again and again in human history has asked this question: Where will it stop? Where will it stop if we allow women to vote or go to university? Where will it stop?

    Well, I have news for you my dear TV presenter: evolution and change and expansion never stops. Where there is life it will not stop.

    We will sit down and we will talk about it, as new needs arise, as we keep spotting the ways in which we can create a better world for all of us, and especially for the most vulnerable of us.

    We have outgrown our loyalty to the idea that value lies only with the big animals that eat the smaller ones. Because we have now observed nature long enough to know what will happen in the world if insects (bottom of the food chain) become extinct. There is a reason why, in our days, there is so much talk about vulnerability and about finding ways to honour it and safeguard it: We are becoming wiser. We understand now that this, which is strong in us, can only survive, if this, which is vulnerable in us, is safe and protected.

    If you, my dear TV presenter, feel that you are an elephant, I, personally, will do everything in my power to protect you and celebrate you. That’s how it works.

  • A Spell For Fear (Compost 090924)

    Going into the writing process today, my pen is a needle, it feels that I am trying to push it through a wall. I am pissed off about the weather. It is not even today’s weather I am pissed off about. It is tomorrow’s weather which is going to be terrible and I will be flying. Fear has such power to destroy the tender joys in our hearts. This is cheesy. This sentence. I judge it to be terribly cheesy. Fear has the power to destroy. This is a better sentence. We all understand this sentence. It is simple and understandable. Fear has the power to destroy. It is a weapon of destruction. It penetrates all cells of the body and stops it all. I do not know how to write about this. It is like hitting pause during a film and everything stands still. Someone’s leg is hanging in mid air. It can be hanging like this for hours unless you hit that button again, if you hit it, if you know how to undo fear. Fear has the power to destroy. I would like to learn the following and then teach it to others: You know, when you are walking, and a piece of old spider web is caught in your fingers and it is both sticky and icky? And then if you are in a forest you find a big leaf, or a bunch of smaller leaves, or a tree branch, and you slide your fingers against it and you dispose of the spider web this way, trusting that the rain will soon fall and clear it out? I would like to learn how to dispose of fear in this same way. Tomorrow I will be flying and it will be raining hard both during take off and during landing. The rain will be cleaning away old spider webs. Somewhere. Lessening the power of fear to destroy.

  • We Were All Whispering

  • Exhibition #6

    A hand painted sign that says: 

WATCH AS THE WILD ANIMAL MOVES AROUND
  • Run

  • AbsolutelyHolidaysAlmostHaiku

    A notes app screenshot that says: 

Many small things went wrong today. 
My upset is disproportionate 
compared to the level of pain that exists in the world. 
Great, now I feel both miserable and guilty.
Same days have no sense of humor.

    #AbsolutelyHolidaysAlmostHaiku

  • The Signal Is Lost

    The signal is lost.
    Can I find my way back to the map of time without the signal?
    The signal is external. I cannot rely on it. It flies easily across the first cable it will find.
    I have to rely on something else.
    I have to live without confirmation.
    “You are not alone in the world”
    “You are not alone in the world”
    I do not want to rely on the memories.
    I do not want to rely on promises.
    I want to rely on something else.
    Something that I know exists.
    Somewhere between my bed and the window it exists.
    I take the walk slowly the next morning.
    Slowly, with my hands stretched out.
    I pretend I can’t see.
    “You are not alone in the world”
    “You are not alone in the world”
    And then I feel something.
    With the tips of my fingers I feel something.
    It is a bit thicker than smoke. A bit thinner than cobweb.
    “You are not alone in the world”
    A new part of yourself is always ready to emerge if you let it.
    I let it.

  • Five Minutes Is A Lot Of Time #13

    (The stage is empty. In the centre of the stage there is a gigantic apple, bigger than the size of the average human being. Mita is sitting on top of the apple. Shalkon enters.)

    Sh: (pounding but trying to speak fast) I am so sorry I am late…thank heavens you are still here…I thought I would not make it…run as fast as I could…so many obstacles…oh…thank heavens I made it…I have it with me…I found it…

    M: (interrupts) Too late…

    Sh: What? When? …What?…(seems to have just noticed the gigantic apple)…oh…it happened already…

    M: Yes, I could not stop it.

  • Looking Looking Looking

  • Ok Then

    I read somewhere that you can sometimes give up on some days. That some days are fucked beyond repair. This is the form of surrendering I want for myself.  It is empowering. To stand still and just breath it out. Then I get to watch me survive. A few days ago I picked up a card with the phrase “my vulnerability is a strength” on it. It spoke to me but I did not fully get it. Now I get it. On a day where one of my worst triggers played out. I have authority issues. The authority of people who can do whatever they want with your body for your own good (like parents when you are young and doctors at all ages) scares the shit out of me. Then I had anxiety for hours. I had a whole day planned out, creative, productive. But I had too much anxiety for it. A day fucked beyond repair. Ok then. I made a commitment to try to achieve nothing today. Just survive it. It was not even extreme self-care. Just some noodles with vegetables. A blanket around me. I was there for me.  

  • I Am Dreaming Of You