Yes, and here's to the few
Who forgive what you do
And the fewer who don't even care
And the night comes on
It's very calm
I want to cross over, I want to go
home
But she says “go back, go back to the world”

hidden parts of Bucharest, a small urban forest

no libraries, no schools, no third spaces, only jobs to be had, and money, a lot of money. the more money the better - save them, spend them, make them, love them, no care, no care in the world.

unforseen consequences

"The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."

pagina ministerului culturii pentru pseudo-arhive / half of my research time is spent on asking access to public documents #phd

I don't post enough pictures of Stela and her delightful chaos

As a resident curator surrounded by performance artists, I thought the best idea would be to start a small library on performance and poetry and to keep it going, with writings on the side and all. Today, we had the first monthly book exchange of the year❤️
#sublunar #teatre/theatres

Writing a weekly newsletter on substack with the list of contemporary art shows in Bucharest: cstoenescu.substack.com

called it palindrom, maybe some research notes and ideas will be also published here

Under the stars xkcd.com/2849/
#xkcd