texture
vibrates
stops
becomes wall
again
strenght
moves
a resisting shape

The ENI Village shows itself now in its stillness, cold and
tangled. Not immediately fordable without feeling a constant
sensation of déjàvu or bewilderment, the residential compound
is yes, still and swallowed – now – by the woods, but dynamic in
the perception of those people who visit it once more. Infiltrations, small
settlements of animals, stale smells, heaps of objects,
doors.
No maps.
What may we call the Village, now?

Stefano Moras