Muscle Memory
An archaeology of sensation.
Memory turned to matter.
Gesture become geography.
The body remembering what time tried to erase.
Art as séance.
Ritual as rebellion.
Survival as song.
To show this in London
the city where my failures turned into freedom
and discovery the only rule
is not return but voltage.
A pulse through time.
The transmission continues.
—Leopoldo Goût