26. Juni 2020

Ramiro Wong

Celebrations: A table for one or a table of one‘s own

The days passed slowly, almost without permission, and within this movement one was also caught, pulled and pushed – rearranged – towards a different moment. The days began to last longer and the nights were rather short at that time of the year, in that corner of the world.

A single room, in an otherwise deserted apartment. Borders and the movement of bodies.?A single table and a singular table setting for ?two.” Food had become both scarce and a privilege in those days.

A single audience...
Time for a story.