Description
"Nobody can doubt that things relapse. A man falls ill, and suddenly on a Wednesday, he relapses. A pencil on the table frequently relapses. Women, how they relapse. Theoretically, nothing or no one is supposed to relapse, but it's still bound to happen, especially because it relapses without consciousness, as if it had never happened before. A jasmine, to give a fragrant example. To that whiteness, where does its painful friendship with yellow come from? Mere existence is already a relapse: the jasmine, then. And we're not talking about words, those deplorable relapsing words, or cold pastries, which are the nailed relapse..."
Original Music & Art by Borja Moskv