Squash

Every muscle moves in a multitude of directions. It’s a struggle, a long, drawn-out struggle. Fear, anticipation, joy, exhaustion. With every return the court becomes larger – even in the four walls, there is unbridled liberation, there is catharsis, there is purification. Perhaps our whole world is encompassed within these four walls.

Forward and back, the ad-lib foxtrot continues. It’s as much of a performance as a match, as much of a duet as a duel.