Saaremäel’s and Kuuspu’s second collaboration is an attempt to remain in an unripe state. Through endless cycle of preparation, they take a step back rather than forward. It is a crisis before the midlife crisis – an attempt to turn an omelet back into an egg.
A stream of water slides down the hill, and the stage takes shape. Their bodies move boldly and somewhat thoughtlessly. Throwing themselves at impossible tasks, they let tears flow down their mud-streaked faces, but socks remain perfectly clean. Their speech flows smoothly, except for a few minor slips. Truth be told, it’s somewhat embarrassing. They are unripe, with clay flowing beneath their skin – raw clay, ready to take any shape given.
The vibe is good, tailwind keeps pushing them forward with a little kick in the ass. The time is ripe for something big to happen. Fairy-tale-like stories are told about it. But the good stuff doesn’t go down the throat just yet.
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