Damien's UFCAO landed in Nantes and began a lovely pas de sept that I have personally enjoyed more than it is possible to iterate in a brief editor's note on an obscure web page.
Strange conversations about Heidegger snatched from strange WCs in ancient, crumbling studios and imagined waltzes in chateaux that house contemporary art and where we all wished the fires could have been lit, can advance into cohesive if somewhat esoteric collections that touch on and in a hidden knowledge space such that stealth and wonder might only envision a scientific discourse this precise.
That is to say just hang on and believe in the possibility of invaders in the form of bears, dancing or otherwise; urban poachers, bald or otherwise; and philosophical roller blading faster than the speed of fancy.
--April Durham, Inland Empire 2009
