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This text was first printed in the programme brochure of the Austrian dance platform in January 2004, juxtaposed with text fragments by Rudi Laermans and Superamas

I stretched out on the sand to reflect. Imagine a young intellectual in shiny yellow swimming trunks, reading a philosophy book on the beach. We lived in a world composed of objects, of which the production, the conditions of possibility, the mode of being, are absolutely strange to us. Imagine the beach were installed on the marketplace of any provincial town. The sand and dressing cubicles are real. The sea sound is as real, although it comes through loudspeakers. Take for exemple the bathing suit: I was incapable to understand its production process: it was composed of 80% latex and 20% polyurethane. Imagine yelling babes in the water behind the intellectual. I slipped two fingers in the bra: under the assembly of industrial fibers, I felt living flesh. A poster reads ‘Ready to dive? Plunge into new life!’ It was something that I could do, that I knew to do. There was no alternative. Sponsored by Superamas Endless Pools.