it’s never silent. there are always some noises, always something to see, smell, taste, feel…

i see families living by 4 in one room of 10 m2. houses are open, everyone can look into it. babies are sleeping, people are watching television, drinking coffee, tea, people are watching, touching.

we share the same space, the same time, the same air, the same city…

do we share our body?

is our body the only thing that is private?

what happens if we make our body public?

‘aesthetics of silence‘ by susan sontag (read by paul chan)