what remains once everything has been destroyed, what if i were writing a fugue without knowing it, can i run away from myself yet keep a trace of the disappearing with the rigour of an archivist, why is the erasure impulse as strong as the creation one, and why is my body so strange, why do i feel at home in transitory states and places, and why can i feel the world shaking from emotions but i can't say where i start, and where the other stops, why do i love what is broken?

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im lys, and destroy.iy is a stream of consciousness in three projects: destroy.iy, 000_et si j'écrivais une fugue sans le savoir, and anechoics.

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destroy.iy, or destroy it yourself (because i'm based in east london), a visual research project conducted in london, berlin, eastern and central europe, is exactly what it suggests: a place where i erased the girl i was by using the same makeup and beauty tools that erased the person behind the girl, while documenting the spaces i inhabited without feeling embodied, and the decaying oddness perception; what if i was rotting from the inside the same way as the discarded food and grime of the city streets without anyone noticing it, and can i archive it?

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000_et si j'écrivais une fugue sans le savoir started as a timestamped diary written to an anechoic lover from across europe with a particular focus on the baltic countries. in berlin i realised that i was writing a fugue without knowing it (in french, a musical fugue is the same word as running away): the psychogeography is music, cities work as fugue parts - ultimately, i end up running away from each place - and the lack of answers forces loops, repetitions, deviations, until splitting into two endings, mirroring how the mind itself split to fill the silent space, and become its own echo chamber. it is written in transit (from a name to another until becoming lys, just lys, from places, buses, trains, stations, borders, hostels, benches, and surrounded by one-time meeting strangers and displaced people.)

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anechoics is the name i give to those who love each other without echo. an anechoic chamber is a space absorbing sound, in which people hear their body sounds (blood, lungs expanding, bones, heartbeat) as well as phantom ones due to the lack of reflection. in digital, translinguistic or urban love, the body works as an anechoic chamber. anechoics uses the humidity and silence of the baltic countries and sea, particularly its ferries (joint deterioration, mould under skin, mist around the ferry deck), as well as the cities' noises, movements and modern loneliness (london, berlin, montréal) as a ghost experience lab.