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without a touch of sadness (2025)
Video 10’56”

I am writing a letter to my five month old child in 2025. I am looking at a box of slides taken of Lebanon in 1995, someone’s anonymous archive, purchased at a flea market in Berlin. I keep finding us in a time warp, future and past folding in on eachother.

How do I speak to him of a future when I can’t find a language outside of ruin?