Dear Beursschouwburgers,
Lately, the straight line running through a sentence doesn't seem to offer much room. It's too straight, too rigid, too fraught, too violent. For all that is happening, the overwhelming feelings, the much-needed solidarity, even for nuance – let alone calm...
Can we bend these straight (time)lines, look aside to each other, and think sideways? Aren't past, present and future enmeshed in a web of virtual and material reality? Which are the histories repeating all over again, in a (seemingly) infinite loop?