Original text of the language is Estonian.
Decay is the product of transformation and decomposition of plant residues and other organic material that has not yet fully turned to soil. Decay remixes objects and materials to grow them into something new. It lies in the ground, the soil itself is decay, powerful and primal. Laying on a stone floor, decay somehow seems out of place and homeless, disconnected from the rest of the ecosystem. Please protect your feet from contact with decay by wearing blue show covers.
A list of some of the things that are decaying:
- Flowers
- Leaves
- Twigs and other woody material
- Food waste
- Faeces
- Skin, flesh and organs
- Paper
- Textiles of organic material
- Treated leather (up to 50 years)
- Natural rubber (about 50 years)
Bodies that float and move in the crust - born from this random assemblage of transforming material, they have arms and legs, heads and hair, horns and teeth. They crawl fall down fall apart, become material again. Other, equally decaying bodies watch them, keep their distance, move out of the way (just in case). Only a few have the chance to rise above the ground and relax for a moment in an illuminated high-tech dental chair.
A list of things that don't decay
- Wine (unopened bottle)
- Bones, nails and horns (depending on conditions)
- Teeth (especially if you go to the dentist)
- Hair, especially wigs (depending on conditions)
- Textiles made of artificial materials
- Vegan leather
- Metal
- Glass
- Water
- Stones, crystals and sand
- Plastic wine glasses
- Light
- Fire
- Voice
- Shoe covers
If you listen closely, you can hear it create sounds:
shrill shrill squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky squeaky like a cat throwing up a fur ball, then an opera singer sings in a high voice. At first glance, decay seems static, but this impression is deceptive. Kõdu has an inner compulsion and need to move. It rises descends merges blends twists climbs crawls bumps rolls fights burns. It is alive and the chaotic dance of keeping the material moving is its purpose.
When decay speaks, it gives a speech, as if it wanted to teach us something (but we have already seen that it's actually not wearing any pants). Decay is a repository of text, memories, snippets of information, ancient wisdom and bizarre fantasies. All of this is what it presents, but these fragments soon scatter and intermingle, inevitably leading back to decomposition. To be honest, decay seems a little anxious, even though it knows that death is only an opportunity to remix.
When decay finally finishes speaking and leaves, it is left with an empty room full of blue shoe covers.