Kirsch Virch 【iPad】

Language there is weather. People speak in brief storms: a sentence like a gust that rearranges the furniture of a room, a conversation that leaves the air rearranged. There is no single truth in Kirsch Virch—only resonances. Histories are stored not in museums but in the hollows of certain trees that hum when you press your ear to them; political debates are held in the dark between two bridges where words condense into flames and can be fed to the river. The city’s silence is as communicative as its sound. When buildings lean toward one another at night, they are listening.