Giulia Crispiani, What if I can’t say goodbye, 2022

This book happened in between everything that has been written and uttered, in between one breath and another. It keeps track of all the intuitions among movements and break-ups, unfolding upon equations and calculations, it records all the stillness and heaviness of lucid epiphanies which wrote themselves up in order not to be forgotten. It is a book made of pauses, when I happened to miss the point—and an attempt to make space. Filing notes collected by a future self, It is a trace of outside universes and distant times. It is a library of all the pebbles left out of falling asteroids, shot through the atmosphere until the day before yesterday.