Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 158218)

In this cold summer we're going to play blind. We close our hands into each other's eyes, recognizing faces by touch, fingertips, memorizing them is not beautiful, and warm, not smart, and alive. We will learn the stories of other people's destinies, gently swiping her lips against the bizarre lines on the hands. We will listen to. We learn to hear.