At no moment do I know what I’m talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and still be short of a fifty-first, to close the circuit, that I know, without knowing what it means…*
Mi buche, mi buche lleno, mi buche está lleno.
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Pap.
El meu pap, el meu pap ple, el meu pap està ple.
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Regurgitar
Crop.
My crop, my full crop, my crop is full.
Regurgitate
Regurgitate
Regurgitate
Regurgitate
Regurgitate
*Samuel Beckett, “The Unnamable”
Buche was part of H o l d i n g s p a c e curated by Kate Buckley. The exhibition took place at General Practice Project Space Lincoln in May 2019.