Festival of city drifters, 2025

Speculative story-telling and design

not all presence is human-shaped and our world is just one of many.

Imagine how strange and tender it is to be human in a nonhuman world… Let that feeling soften us.

Pulse
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.
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time dissolves,
repeats —
here, there,
not here, not there
 
a slow jellyfish bloom
not asking,
not holding
 
ocean unfolds into the city
moon-pulled tides 
no center, no edge
 
only the traces of currents,
the quiet contemplation 
the faint glow of being
 
front, back, up, down, left, right

thoughts are tentacles

bodies become vessels
.
.
.
pulse
 
not a festival of noise 
but one with gentleness
softness is strength
stillness holds powder
currents lead the way
 
we are,
all made of water 

jellyfish festival parade costume. helium ballons, curling ribbons, chiffon, acrylic

with support from Dunne&Raby

photos and videos by Kai Qiu, edited by Charlotte Fei

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