My small short talking performance for the first EPF event was a celebration of the entity that is eurobear. I tried to my recent constraint of pure improvisation, having a familiar / object / prompt, and then just aiming to elucidate some random talking poetics from it / on it. It was funny doing it with my friend eurobear, as I had planned to be souffle light but once i was talking I had to finish early because darkness began spilling from me mouth. I think my desire to hide my opinions was becoming perforated around my own festival, that people now use europe, being pro europe, as an armour, at times. As though it makes them good because they like Europe. haha. europe of war europe of etc… Euroobear saves though.