3:14 p.m., Paris 7.

Dancing in room 43.

About 12 years ago, I started a sound poetry and automatic writing workshop in this room, for my students attending to the choreography workshop. Many beautiful young people have passed through this room, many of whom are now professional artists. It’s a long journey that means a lot to me as, I think, it meant to them. There is something shared here that I haven’t found elsewhere. Today, is the last class of the year. It was difficult. We will be 5. But the heart of what drives us is as ardent as ever.

Have a good full moon evening everyone.