The body enters the house, instead of getting on the plane, which would bring it to Mexico City first, and then to Oaxaca. It could still catch the evening bus there, crossing the mountains over the night to Puerto Escondido. It would travel on a truck in the piercing light of the early morning, all the way down on Highway 175. At Puerto Angel it would squeeze into a cab with eight other passengers. They would reach for the horn of the Huatulco bay that resembles a sweet water lake. Waiting in the shades a fisherman would come and offer a ride, crossing, for a few dollars, to the other side of the lagoon.
HANDKE -A Bauhaus Study for Choreography on Camera
19' HD, S8 HU 2010-2011
'I haven’t considered the motion of my shadow to be the evidence of the motion of the Earth. I haven’t considered my fear of darkness to be the evidence of my existence. I haven’t considered my mind demanding eternal life to be the evidence of my existence after death. I haven’t considered my disgust of future to be the evidence of my non-existence after death. I haven’t considered the easing of pain to be the evidence of time passing. I haven’t considered my passion for life to be the evidence of time not passing.'
‘It was late in the evening when K. arrived, The village was J. deep in snow. The Castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village K. stood for along time gazing into the illusory emptiness above him. Then he went onto find quarters for the night. The inn was still awake, and although the landlord could not provide a room and was upset by such a late and unexpected arrival, he was willing to let K. sleep on a bag of straw in the parlour. K. accepted the offer.’