Akayovu Do you think anything is holding us here?
Kama What do you mean...You are my guest, you can go anywhere. But how am I supposed to hold myself?
A You think you’re outside of gravity?
K You call it gravity, I call it my heart. It stops, I stop. It stays where it is, and I stay where it is.
A Umutima.
K Umutima.
A My consciousness
K And you have a good consciousness, a good collection of records.
A We re:member, member again.
K With all the members of your body.
A You talk as if you were outside of any body.
K Anybody.
A You have no heart, no skin?
K Rest in tuition is pierced in my solar plexus, it’s been going on for too long for me to possibly forget.
A Calling on Sun Râ?
K Not yet. I’ll let her have her siesta, she deserts it.
A You mean deserves it.
K Yes.
A But why she? Didn’t our parents always talk about the child born from water and King … as a boy: the God of Sun, and not the Goddess?
K Yeah, and why is that so? That made me be a woman. And maybe they are right. But why would Sun be a man?
A And a man who gives birth…
K …Birth to Maât…
A Goddess of truth and justice…
K …These men’s worlds…
A Nothing new under the Sun…
K I wasn’t calling on her, it’s her time, siesta, I’ll let her sleep.
A Who were you calling on then?
K When you were calling on my skin, my remembrance, my membrane, my resonance, vibrance I was calling on all these things falling on me…
A You seem to attract this stuff.
K All things to the people!
A All people to you!
K You know, this turning of a planet, you can see it even in a flat dimension as your eyes see it when you are walking…If things come from me and things go inside me…You open up and close…You turn…
A Turn…
K Turn…
A Finally the tables
K I called and opened up to what Seloua Luste Boulbina pointed out yesterday, I mean she did it a while ago calling on my ghosts, again, in 2015,
A 2015 after what? After the time started to turn…
K Yah, 2015 after…You know…After these people who occupy our time too much, until they make believe to have discovered it…
A Discover, uncover, such a bad cover for the records…
K Seloua Luste Boulbina reminded me of the skin and the inside outside…
Of these people who went under their skins and wanted to possess the function of their heartbeat…
A They called it Anatomy
K Fading in to grey
A Oh my God, you also watched it, that series of doctors?
K No, I heard about it…
A How?
K You tend to speak when you sleep…
A Ha! My children say the same!
K Ask them to record you once…
A They have a record in recording without record
K For the records…
A Anatomy
K Anatomy. Luste Boulbina sees well a curiosity here. While the white skin is regarded not of value once one would examine the body-inside, the organs. But for Black peoples they suddenly have no anatomy, nothing matters but their skin.
A Bringing it down to colour.
K Colour.
A An Anatomy in
K Grey, white, black… Look closer. Is there a colour inside any body?
A Yes
By that time, Sun Râ had woken up from her sleep and turned the land into
K/A Red
K Shh, she’s waking up, let’s not call on her again…
A Yes. Except that for this time, she called on us
K You have the better ears, you can hear inside my reddest anatomy. Ultra red.
A Infra loud
Akayovu 