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When you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You’d think you’d hear a choir sing
It’s a quiet thing
—Morgana King, ‘It’s a quiet thing’

Suddenly, the system we had sketched closes. In the nesting series of vampires, the first, as if by luck, jumps to
the last position and, in one fell swoop, eliminates the intermediates, who leave in a hurry. A good bit of
feedback, like a slap on the cheek to get rid of a mosquito: destructions and flattenings of the system. It was
nothing or almost nothing.
—Michel Serres, The Parasite

Kiang Malingue is pleased to present at its Sik On street space ‘It’s a quiet …