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<div id="content"><p>Vulnerable Interfaces Four soft, silly and loud ways to tell heavy
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stories. (on the cover)</p>
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<p>Act 1. Scene 1.</p>
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<p>Internal. A reader holds a book in their hands. The first page of the
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book is opened, the reader holds it to their face and smells the paper,
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touches it. The book touches them back.</p>
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<p>the book (whispering in the reader’s ear): Being vulnerable means
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being transparent, open and brave, trusting others to handle stories
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with care. By publicly sharing and processing our narratives, we take
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ownership of our experiences while contributing to a collective voice.
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Even when we incorporate stories from others, our names remain attached
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to this collective creation: Ada, Aglaia, Irmak, Stephen. We have
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created interfaces highlighting the balance between communal sharing,
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individual responsibility and awareness.</p>
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<p>the reader: Interfaces?</p>
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<p>the book: Interfaces are boundaries that connect and separate.
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They’re the spaces that fill the void between us. An interface can be an
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act, a story, a keyboard, a cake; It allows us to be vulnerable
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together, to share our stories with and through each other. I am a
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collection of these interfaces.</p>
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<p>the reader (confused): What do you mean a collection, like a
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catalogue?</p>
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<p>the book: Yeah I guess. I weave the words and the works we created
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during…</p>
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<p>the reader: we?</p>
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<p>the book: …I mean the four of us, the students of Experimental
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Publishing at the Piet Zwart Institute. From 2022 until today, June
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2024, we published three special issues together. We wrote four theses’
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and made four graduation projects. We grew our hair out and cut it and
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grew it again and dyed it. We cared and cried for each other, we brewed
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muddy coffee and bootlegged books. (the book tears up) Finishing a
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Master’s is a bit of a heavy moment for us and this book is a gentle
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archive, a memory of things that have been beautiful to us.</p>
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<p>the reader (sarcastically): do you have a tissue, im soooo
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touched.</p>
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<p>the book: malaka, just read me already!</p>
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