Who gets to assemble a private space, and who does not? It was through my revisionist engagement with Teresa of Ávila's The Interior Castle (1577) that I learned, alongside mentor and friend Bibi Straatman, more about what it means to maintain an inner dialogue in our current political climate. What are the consequences when we do not get to cultivate one in the first place? The accompanying prose poem tries to share the impossibility of translating the filmed event, an imagined to-and-fro between myself and Bibi, as it asks: does the presence of a screen destabilise the condition for an open dialogue, or could it complement it?
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