I shared my office today with Rina, and now she is gone. She was here for pleasure: the pleasure of drinking cordials with me, the pleasure of drinking tea with my older brother.
Also she was here for work. She and I have a common project, so I occasionally share my office with her (with her and with the others besides, the regular ones) and we usually get a lot done. We choose a day when the Moldovan National Library is not demanding very much work of its Acquisitions Director – which I'm afraid is most days, due to the size of our budget – and she comes with me to the office. Usually we have tea with my brother at home and then we come to the office. Rina lives in Ribnit, Ribnita. Not very near: she comes rarely enough that it's special when she does.
Our project is hard to describe. It has to do with peoples' feelings. Also with the ways in which their relationships to those feelings influence the substance not only of their own bodies but also of the other bodies and objects into contact with which they come. We experiment mostly on each other; sometimes my colleagues get involved. We use film to record the ways in which light relates to each other's bodies – how it makes colors and textures depending on its intensity and on other undetermined things. There are other aspects: automatic writing on 3x5 cards, with which we then play Pit. And other things, other things.
I'm always sad when Rina leaves.