Episode 09 
SMOKE IS MY FAVORITE SMELL OF ALL OF ALL OF ALL  
THE FRESH WIND BLOWS, WHERE ARE YOU?  
23.03.2024 
52°09'38.7"N 21°08'24.7"E 
millage: 78.321 km 
artist: Barbara Kinga Majewska 
curator: Jagna Lewandowska 

 

SMOKE IS MY FAVORITE SMELL OF ALL OF ALL OF ALL
THE FRESH WIND BLOWS, WHERE ARE YOU?

You are repelled by the phrase and annoyed by the pathos. Favorite songs are sometimes a source of embarrassment, but even if you keep silent through the most distasteful words, you will get a shiver each time you hear the three familiar notes in the middle of the second stanza. And so your skin will crawl when you recall a certain seemingly innocent dawn. Someone was driving you home, and nothing happened. Something was playing on the radio, but you've already forgotten. And then the smell reminds you. Then winter came. The wastelands and mudflats were no longer as scary when covered with ice. Perhaps someone disrupted your rhythm in autumn, as a prank, and you thought you wouldn't sing again. But now a fresh wind blows, in another direction – it stirs the memory and titillates. And maybe it'll compose a funeral song about desire after all: that the shoots come out of the dead earth and you hum to yourself again, as if you were warming up. This episode, which had been ripening for several months, was supposed to be about restrained emotions. We intended to hide behind a smoky veil and blame the flowing tears on it. However, we were invaded by a cruelly vivid spring. The rivers have flooded and what seemed dead began to sprout. There's not much we can do about it and we don't really have the strength to defend ourselves against the warmth anymore.