The abyss is in a sense our desire for the never-ending. We crave for always having a frontier to push back. Although we are driven, sometimes to madness or heights of human achievement by this illusory frontier, we fear it might be closing. What avenue could then be left for us but the dark and claustrophobic caverns within our minds?

Venue: Godsbanen/The Freight Yard, Den Åbne Scene/Open Stage

In memory of Oliver Horton
Piece by: Ragnheiður Harpa Leifsdóttir, Leifur Þór Þorvaldsson, Thórður Hermannson and Albert Finnbogason
Photo: "The ship fled the storm" (plate 4) by Gustave Doré, illustrations for the rime of the ancient mariner (Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798)

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