Vigil (ripped jeans)

2018 video work, duration 4m 9s

“The redundancy of our fucking bodies, 4-foot gashes slit in the gaping sand
I turn back at you; those flakes of dust land on everyone’s knees – it is a thing to wear ripped jeans in possible death,
confirms
everyone.

Stereotypical amphetamine boys cluster up in their closets:
a smell of petrol fills the hallways with mustard gas.
Awakened by such, the girls crawl their way over ice-cold floor tiles
and sneak their way up your trousers’ legs.
Squeaking intercourse on bunk beds with sheets
rigidly flaring up kept our thoughts drifting all

day long.”