I suppose “Life is elsewhere” could be, must be, construed as a desire of lifting of a curtain to look at the world, life and time through my own history, without being subsumed under a certain time, place or geography, thus being exempt from the seasons, geography and history of the shootings, which could be appropriated by the collective memory.
“Life is elsewhere” is not a testimony either; it is rather composed of a utopian conception, an unanswered question, an untimely revealing of a naked heart, a peek into what I have experienced in life or, to be fair, the things that have not been experienced, the feelings that arise during a dilemma, little stories, a yearning for life or a missing out on life, faint dreams, a survey (but never an attempt to create a fair copy).
With the thought of providing a possible opening for another (the spectator) to gaze into their own inner/hidden story, it is perhaps a “riot”, on one side relying on poetry, and completely loose on the other.
