After some time the heat of our conversations meets the cold ground of the street where we got stuck at the corner and demands a relocation. Smoky air, sticky fingers from the fries in the middle of the table in a rundown random bar. Discussions are still ongoing while we warm our feet. A. goes on by expressing his concern whether and how to embody what you theorize. I ask myself: Is it simply a matter of representation? Also: How does the individual act towards power and representative mechanisms within an institution? How do we personify the institutional structure, how does the institution commit itself into our bodies, maybe before we even realize it?
The warmth of an institution
Second plate of fries, the speakers right next to us swallow half of the playlist. From time to timethe sound is fading away like memories.