In an uncanny, though not unanticipated recurrence, I am slightly lost in a post-performance limbo that bears many similarities with how I felt last year after finishing bitches. Since Monday night, after I returned from dinner with everyone, I’ve left the apartment infrequently, and only for short periods. As much as I love the insane socialising that is part of making dance, I also adore not seeing anyone for days, not talking to anyone, having my own isolation. It’s also been time for putting together the DVD of 岭南启示录 Apocalypse PRD， the video-encoding of which is literally a week-long process on my old PowerBook.
In a complete change of focus then, leaving Guangzhou altogether, my darling Cornelia, with whom most of last year in Zürich was spent dancing, drinking, eating cheese and watching The Mighty Boosh is currently dancing at Tanzhaus Wasserwerk in Fumi Matsuda’s ich wanderte und wandre noch.