A cage made out of words sets an unreachable distance made out of the void between you and me, even though your presence surrounds me all the time. What would an animal do in this condition? Be in a continuous state of alertness, observe a smile and the presence of death. Attack? Run? Bite? How would an animal feel in this condition? The proximity, a contraction, the necessity and the loneliness, wounded? Naked? Vulnerable?
What would an animal see in this condition? The smell of sex, the lines, a violet shadow,
distance? Identification? Copulation?
I am that animal that smells the colors, I am that animal that fears death, I am that animal
that wants to couple with its surroundings, that wants to possess and pair with what is
desired. The possibility of losing speech, the possibility of losing the social role, there it
is, potentially, living with me, as an animal that cannot explain himself and his existence
