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Domestic dreams or hermetic work: from home, abroad, inside the house, in your neighbourhood, in someone else’s neighbourhood, on your own time, on another’s time, working from inside yourself to find vision and meaning in the everyday. Ritual plays, unmanipulated, unlocking creative little meditation-like bursts of trance movement, repeating a thing, repeating, looping, articulating haiku-length poems from scraps of routine. Washing laundry in the Ganges, driving down the Gardiner in Toronto, errant dans des champs enneigés à l'extérieur de complexes d'appartements sur le Plateau à Montréal, lighters cracking, birds chirping, child-like animations coming to life over hills and highways. Sounds embedded in the back of the brain, audio that emulates the last thing you heard before bed and the first thing you wake up to, unconscious delivery, simultaneously petting brain neurons as they purr away nestled in a basket of sleep dust. Pillow to pillow with revisionist dreams of fami
