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the archive and movement laboratory of conceptual dance theatre company A House Unbuilt... spending at least an hour a day, making space, marking time,—making enough room to feel, tremendously, again.
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HUB 298:
Music. Packing done. The walk home a brisk dance. Again, tennis shoes have power. 
HUB 296:
Done! Sort of… The first-draft-book-proof-missing-chapters (aka, final art history paper EVER for my MFA) presented and turned in! This, the first and last pages, two of my favorite. Much more work to be done here, for sure, but I will take much pleasure in filling in these blanks now.
HUB 288:
A swing, a pillow, and three oversized matchsticks. She plays alone today.
HUB 262.2:
A few adventures and item of novelty prior to the night’s performance. breathe. breathe. breathe… The dancing — starts — NOW! 
“I can’t go back into the past and change it, but I have noticed that the future changes the past. What I call the past is my memory of it and my memory is conditioned by who I am now. Who I will be. The only way for me to handle what is happening is to move myself forward into someone who has handled it. As yet that person does not exist. She has not those resources. I will have to make her as Jewish legend tells how God made the first man: by moulding a piece of dirt and breathing life into it. The dirt I have in plenty. The life I will have to draw out of lungs unused to deep breathing.”
HUB 102.1:
from Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson. (Always coming back to this text—now, more timely than ever before.)
HUB 93.3:
story one.
did I ever mention that I don’t write stories? of course, this is me now, not then, but even so, me now still doesn’t write stories. she tells stories… she dances stories… she gestures stories? story one: [see video] “right now”…telling you.
story two.
story three.
story four.
story five.
story six.
story seven.
story eight.
story nine.
story ten.
story eleven.
story eight.
story nine.
story ten.
story nine.
story ten.
story ten.
story twelve.
story thirteen.
story fourteen.
story fifteen.
story sixteen.
story seventeen.
story eighteen.
story nineteen.
story twenty.
stories… in the future will live and breathe like people do today.
story twenty is handsome and a know-it-all.
story twenty-nine is cowardly and cruel.
stories compete with epic tales for the rule of things.
epic one thinks that there needn’t be any other epics.
but there are.
there is epic two
and epic three.
epic four and five are twins, fraternal, but nonetheless stories always mistake the one for the other just to fluster them.
stories are small and epics big. in stature.
but stories always dig in deeper to the stuff, the particulars of the moment.
epics play at the sustained note.
story ten fell in love with epic eighteen.
stories don’t fall in love and epics don’t feel it.
story ten fell in love with epic eighteen.
stories started falling in love and epics started feeling it.
story ten fell in love with epic eighteen.
stories started telling epic tales and epics the stuff of stories.
story ten fell in love with epic eighteen.
story ten?
tell me?
epic.
“I’d rather be possessed than study possessed people, have carnal knowledge of a ‘zarine,’ rather than scientifically know all about her. For me, abstract knowledge will never be anything but a second best.”
Hub 55.2: from L’Afrique Fantome by Michel Leiris
