As Anat is cooking a chavita, on yet another persons enormous gas stove. In a kitchen full of food of all kinds and no kinds.
Tonight we start, it feels like, the tour we were looking for. Play, drive, play drive, there's a kind of rhythm that we were missing. Something which creates a struggle- where energy needs to be invested in order to see results. Jagged cities, and empty halls. Between these worlds have been suburban parking lots and landyachts of excess. Now we will leave it all behind, and we are oh so happy to dive in.
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