Adrian Van Allen photographs a seemingly unphotographable installation ("questo happening" Stefano calls it), ours, last night—X LOCUS: with the mounting of tramonto the invisible becoming visible, but only by a third of the quadrant:

witnessing as if detached with anxiety over the hegemony of vision the vernissage crowd seeking, drinking, confused, drifting, circulating with the dusk, and in toward the sonic corners of water and birds, the ambient moat, then creepingly in toward the voices of a polyphonous braiding of disparate narratives that has been in the making in this echoey head for weeks & months: "way more than lyrics" says Huck: to gather in the center where Paul in genius places folding chairs:

fellow travelers here & departed coming together in dislocation.