In this room we have little to nothing.
It is damp, and flourescent.
It is possible that I have already been in every room before.
In this space our memories are stories that never finish and will never finish and will never want to finish, folding in on themselves. becoming new, stranger, more tightly rooted.
In this corridor I pluck details from the starry fabric of our story and construct around them. I have no control over what I remember or how you remember me.
I don't know about happenstance or actuality. You are moments above me and several floors below. Halls and halls away.
In this room, I feel a tug toward the edge. Your name, the wet night, and here we are.
Witnessing each other, frozen, full of stories.
There is nothing more to tell ourselves.
Directed by Michael Kong
Choreographed and danced by: Michael Kong, Alexa Mardon, Erika Mitsuhashi, Olivia Shaffer, Nathan Todd
Filmed by Chris Randle
Voice: Claire French and Michael Kong