"What's left of you?
Your lonely clothes give substance to the ambivalence of your new condition. Death is absence, the fabric is presence. Death is presence, the fabric of death is absence. At the crossroads of your fabrics my body knows what it feels, feels that it knows: your clothes say that you are no longer here but that you were once here, my body says that you are no longer here but that you are still here.
The material of your fabrics is a forest.
Extract from the afterword What the fabric does to me by Juliette Rousseau
"What's left of you?
Your lonely clothes give substance to the ambivalence of your new condition. Death is absence, the fabric is presence. Death is presence, the fabric of death is absence. At the crossroads of your fabrics my body knows what it feels, feels that it knows: your clothes say that you are no longer here but that you were once here, my body says that you are no longer here but that you are still here.
The material of your fabrics is a forest.
Extract from the afterword What the fabric does to me by Juliette Rousseau