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LEST WE

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WHERE

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by Ant Hampton and Tim Etchells

Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;

Lest we should see where we are
Lost in a haunted wood
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.

September 1, 1939
- W H Auden

Utrecht, 2014 - archive site here

Basle, 2014 - archive site here

Strasbourg, 2015 - sous le titre ‘Regards à contre-jour’

- archive coming soon

Gent, 2013 - archive site here

Dresden, 2013 - archive site here

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