BOEING N. 737-800 EM FÁ# MENOR
Concurrently: ode, elegy, satyre, Boeing Nº 737-800 in F♯m awakes and takes off, lands and falls asleep, in between cold sweats and time zones. Triangulating the distance from ground to body, moving though still, to sun, blinding though eyeless, amidst a text searching for sense in an economy of simulations, value suspended 38000 feet above the ground.
The anatomy of the world’s most popular commercial airplane serves as test tube to rehearse, under the common denominator of a possible fall, a motley set of anxieties, crossing borders, with and without passport. Mirror-play, annotated between the internal voice of a passenger, by the window, their dialogue with the Sun and a chorus of various interjections, from cockpit to exhaust pipe.