Be, survive, extend your presence, attain prosperity, establish roots, lay down foundations. Outlive your material form. Leave this life and enter the next, though there be as yet no vision of an afterlife for things which do not live as we do, neither purgatory nor repentance for wooden things. Return to the forest, be nested by owls, climbed by rodents, attacked by ants, be lit by moonbeams, creak slowly in the wind, give shade to rare forms of fungus. Return, return. Fear not the chainsaw. Your time will come, again.
Produced during a residency at ZK/U Berlin, July-August 2013