My Lady likes a dark space underground, we ve all spent time there but none of us know the way. We wait for her inside ourselves, touching each other maybe. She first appears as clacking boots and crushed fig leaves on a stairway, then the boots slacken until still. You are welcome to enter ... Black and white photographs and texts, poetry and Rules of the house: You must be operating under informed consent to enter ... Textes en anglais. Konkursbuch Verlag. 150p