WEBVTT

00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.660 align:middle line:90%


00:00:01.660 --> 00:00:07.160 align:middle line:84%
Dear Rose, I want you
to be sun become water.

00:00:07.160 --> 00:00:09.710 align:middle line:90%


00:00:09.710 --> 00:00:16.000 align:middle line:84%
I want to save the house,
save the city, save the sea,

00:00:16.000 --> 00:00:18.170 align:middle line:90%
and still I can't.

00:00:18.170 --> 00:00:22.160 align:middle line:84%
All I can do is hold them
together in my memory,

00:00:22.160 --> 00:00:26.570 align:middle line:84%
piling all this language next
to me, counting the containers

00:00:26.570 --> 00:00:27.740 align:middle line:90%
and measuring their weight.

00:00:27.740 --> 00:00:31.730 align:middle line:84%
And is this sentence a year yet,
or does anyone ever really die?

00:00:31.730 --> 00:00:34.230 align:middle line:90%
Did we ever exist at all?

00:00:34.230 --> 00:00:36.840 align:middle line:84%
Under the blue
flower Scorpio moon,

00:00:36.840 --> 00:00:40.050 align:middle line:84%
I dream of more time
with the lemon trees.

00:00:40.050 --> 00:00:42.630 align:middle line:84%
I dream of the
aguacates teaching me

00:00:42.630 --> 00:00:46.410 align:middle line:84%
everything they know
about growing and freedom.

00:00:46.410 --> 00:00:50.520 align:middle line:84%
I learn to become the house
and begin to build one

00:00:50.520 --> 00:00:52.680 align:middle line:90%
in the heart of my heart.

00:00:52.680 --> 00:00:54.930 align:middle line:90%
I forgot to take a brick.

00:00:54.930 --> 00:00:57.900 align:middle line:84%
Wanted the memory to
stick more than a maybe,

00:00:57.900 --> 00:01:01.470 align:middle line:84%
I tried to make a talisman
out of the tragedy.

00:01:01.470 --> 00:01:04.440 align:middle line:84%
The angel's trumpets
levitate and face

00:01:04.440 --> 00:01:07.140 align:middle line:84%
the sky when I return
to the house in dreams.

00:01:07.140 --> 00:01:10.830 align:middle line:84%
It seems the structure
continues to grow older

00:01:10.830 --> 00:01:14.280 align:middle line:84%
in the imaginary, which
may be an entangled

00:01:14.280 --> 00:01:18.060 align:middle line:84%
dream or another thing
happening else when

00:01:18.060 --> 00:01:20.790 align:middle line:90%
where our house survives.

00:01:20.790 --> 00:01:23.940 align:middle line:84%
I don't assume to
know the finer details

00:01:23.940 --> 00:01:26.760 align:middle line:90%
of the holographic universe.

00:01:26.760 --> 00:01:30.720 align:middle line:84%
I feel it sometimes and
can't language fast enough

00:01:30.720 --> 00:01:32.670 align:middle line:90%
to render it real.

00:01:32.670 --> 00:01:36.870 align:middle line:84%
We remain parallel,
never touching and yet

00:01:36.870 --> 00:01:38.880 align:middle line:90%
is that not a form of touch?

00:01:38.880 --> 00:01:41.700 align:middle line:84%
Is touch not the
repulsion of electrons,

00:01:41.700 --> 00:01:46.680 align:middle line:84%
atoms hovering like star systems
becoming a type of distance

00:01:46.680 --> 00:01:48.720 align:middle line:90%
that communicates nearness.

00:01:48.720 --> 00:01:51.540 align:middle line:90%
The impossibility of connection.

00:01:51.540 --> 00:01:56.530 align:middle line:84%
We become enmeshed in
this language mess,

00:01:56.530 --> 00:02:00.440 align:middle line:84%
and yet it's the only
way I can reach you.

00:02:00.440 --> 00:02:06.020 align:middle line:84%
This weary warble, the low
yawn of the somnambulist

00:02:06.020 --> 00:02:07.220 align:middle line:90%
waking the forest.

00:02:07.220 --> 00:02:10.220 align:middle line:90%


00:02:10.220 --> 00:02:13.870 align:middle line:90%
[APPLAUSE]

00:02:13.870 --> 00:02:18.000 align:middle line:90%