I Wish I Could Make of You...

Sharing an ice cream can be the opening of the floodgates of fantasy. The craving for that dripping strawberry red—or is it the craving to drip into the other? Two young people want to make of each other an affective movement that traverses space, that traverses them with a radical tenderness as if they had known each other all their lives, even though it is the first time they have looked at each other. To murder the language of words, to dance until the last drop is consumed.