May Chronicle by Ivčo Ružić & Baoxin Liao (Bobo)

| tag: Middelburg

All memories blur       after boarding the return train

 

We return

                     Return.    Return...

 

   With nowhere to go

 

In the ever-changing weather

Following the shifts in temperature

We converse

   Sometimes loudly

   Sometimes drowsily

 

The sound ～～～～ waves

Draw us back to the square in Marrakech

The sunlit rooftops of Essaouira

The markets

The crowds

The waves

 

Turning the pages

No!!!    On our travels,

we've long abandoned paper books

But we still strive to return to the memories of Haifa

Willing to read over and over again

   Until the elusive pages

                         Are worn out

 

Before sunset

Before it all ends

 

We ride through all illusions

To the ocean we thought could connect the world

 

Words

End here

Not a word more

To preserve the secrets of Coop Summit

Image description: blue ink drawing of hairy legs with painted toenails standing on different tiny seashells, next to it written ‘HOW TF DO I STAY GROUNDED WHEN THIS DRIVEWAY IS MADE UP OF SEASHELLS’

Image description: row of tiny white beach garages with blue green and beige doors on sandy surface, they kind of look like a piano keyboard, behind them a grassy hill and cloudless sky

our few days were marked by repeating, accelerating rhythms, of turning spokes, a rush to the dunes (again) and to completion

going in circles, aways in return, hindsight and remembrance, round and round the plastic loom, the tubular fishnets forming, catching our wayward thoughts - the layers are forming, crust is crusting -

Left - polaroid placed on white surface, undeveloped, but with the ink leaking from the bottom edge in uneven white and green shapes, the rest of the messed up image surface is a shiny copper brown; right - grainy sand surface, on it a couple of foamy lines, their shape a residue of the waves that brought them

again the technical and chemical and natural were coming together at the beach, with a stuck polaroid and its ink seeping fake sea waves onto a deep copper plane

these were also foamy, albeit not with dead planktons - maybe dead mermaids?

Polaroid on white surface depicting Marwa standing next to a horse that wandered over on the beach, there are some nonexistent misty mountains forming on the horizon because of a maybe chemical or lighting ‘mistake’ in the process; the COOP forming a proper bike crew, riding around in the late afternoon sunlight in between fields

riding adventures / feeling the soil but not on our feet

Three polaroid placed on white surface, all looking into the distance of the sea - a bit of the sandy beach and the waves that are washing over it. the sky is overexposed into whiteness with a denim aureola, with a person standing in the left polaroid and one running into the frame in the one on the right. the horizon lines of the photographs are lined up, even though the angles at which they have captured the waters differ slightly

help.. we are discussing layers again.. this time not of a sticky sweet baklava, but a still fragile earth; although not as flaky

it’s all about tectonics, and quicksand, and movements and imaginary lines

we get from land sustenance and move through the soil