My lips are like the Hoover Dam and I can’t hold in the masses of water much longer. It’s about time. Any minute now. Any moment. Just a little longer. Just a little further. Any minute now. Just. A little. Further. 

When tension is at its highest nothing happens. Stillness. Tension is a flirt with the limit, a tug-of-war between opponents. Sometimes strong as steel, sometimes tender as twine. It flows and stretches, holds and guides. Tension stresses. Tension accelerates the pulse. 

There’s something going on between us, right? Do you also feel it? Send us your thesis on the topic TENSION in your preferred media (text, sound, movie, image) by mail at or personal hand-in (HIL D 32) until October 25th.
Fabienne, Jan, Leonie and Turi