In my project Fault Lines, spaces are lifted out of reality. They appear unreal, a scenery of uninhabitable, surreal places emerges. You can hear poems of the past, anchored in these fault lines of uncertainty.
“What distinguishes Agria from other cities is that it has earth instead of air. The streets are completely under and in the earth, the rooms are filled to the ceiling with mud, on the stairs are other stairs in the negative, layers of stony ground weigh down over the roofs of the houses like sky with clouds.
You can't see anything of Agria up here. Some say, "It's down there", and you have to believe them, the area is lonely. At night, if you put your ear to the ground, you can sometimes hear a door slam.”
Italo Calvino in Le città invisibili