scattered// re-reading of the Enric Miralles House
It was a whole at the beginning. The player who stuck wanted to escape from that whole. Suddenly, she started to dig escape rooms from this whole, ran into the rooms unconsciously. Day by day, the whole began to fall apart, fell apart. The parts of that ‘whole’ began to scatter, as becoming ‘scattered’ particles began to fly, began to lighten, became invisible. The ‘whole’ turned into clouds flying out. The pieces she left behind as she escaped had drawn her route of escape.
It was a whole at the beginning. The player who stuck wanted to escape from that whole. Suddenly, she started to dig escape rooms from this whole, ran into the rooms unconsciously. Day by day, the whole began to fall apart, fell apart. The parts of that ‘whole’ began to scatter, as becoming ‘scattered’ particles began to fly, began to lighten, became invisible. The ‘whole’ turned into clouds flying out. The pieces she left behind as she escaped had drawn her route of escape.
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