" Rockets / ideas / always higher / break through / the cave / towards the unknown."
Marc Tardieu – excerpt from the poem “Rockets”
How to approach space, the unknown, the void, what we do not know... How to talk about the void in the profusion? Impossible. Start from the destitution. A lost capsule, placed there, resonant, vibrating and three cosmonauts, clinging to their bubble-spheres, plastic globes, protecting them or not from external attacks, small sound worlds on their heads that are tinted by their breaths, sometimes constraining them, the only technological elements, but often failing.
They, therefore, humans “under bubbles” in the middle of the unknown but surrounded by their crew audience, and taken with them, in the same space, by sounds, vibrations, and external events. It is there that this space, these globes, and these survival blankets begin to live independently, shift, absorb emotions, create new spaces and another perception of time.
To traverse adventures together, brush against comets, death, fear, physically feel the same storms, the same joys, the same salvatory explosions, touch each other, laugh, allow oneself to feel.
To breathe after holding one’s breath, to celebrate, to be human, here, small and large, alive, completely, lost in the middle of nowhere, but human after all, pressed against each other, in the same vessel.
To try to make work what we do not understand and gradually accept that what we do not understand can take us elsewhere. That it is like arriving in an unknown country whose landscapes, rites, and language we do not know and that we can only apprehend by letting go. To take another path, to taste the silence of words, to communicate differently.
To no longer seek to understand everything, to accept one’s own limits, to free one’s imagination, to open one’s senses, to finally leave, to take off on an accident perhaps but together. Because we will have lived it and experienced it and we will have wanted to believe in it. Our desire: the fuel.
Rockets, it may be us, when we let ourselves “go”, when we accept the risk of losing ourselves or finding ourselves...
Céline Garnavault
