What does it sound like to be here and there, simultaneously? There’s a person in a drab formal suit lying on the pavement, face down, arms outstretched. Their body is covered, head-to-toe, with a tinfoil sheet, or maybe a thermal blanket, fixed by several mid-size stones. People pass by, with their eyes fixed elsewhere, randomly on purpose. But otherwise, they keep staring at us together, at you and at me. And me, on the way back to the hotel, I put the headphones on and listen to scratchy sounds, while the first rays of sunlight bleed into my already blood-shot eyes. It is late fall, and you are again here, in this park with only a few benches and trees, scattered as a lame excuse around the mushroom-shaped public-access toilet. This is where we meet, this is where we part without saying goodbye. How can you love a country that doesn’t love you back?

The project is funded by Bundesministerium für Kunst, Kultur, öffentlichen Dienst und Sport, and published online as part of Palais des Beaux Arts Vienna's collection.