The apocalypse is the time when the moon was bloody and the stars fell like leaves, where the sky was no longer there. For the Aztecs, the Mictlan was the other world, a nine-level cosmos were dogs were there to guide you. Mythologies have been mostly crafted in order to explain a particular connection between time and space; a temporality. The Judeo-Christian apocalypse sets the mood for a teleological understanding of time in which a genesis is framed together with a material end of the world. The Aztecs believed in rotating eras; eras propelled by different suns: the water sun, the tiger sun, the rain sun, same which at the end of its cycle turned the rain into drops of fire. Ancient Aztec temporality has its foundations on the idea of sacrifice, destruction, rebirth and cycles. There are eras, there are suns.
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A young black man with beard and suit, an opaque, beige suit. With a striped tie. This man looks at me for a long time, as if challenging me, as if to say: do not wait any longer. What did you think when you hid behind the house and it rained and you saw the moss? What did you think when you heard distant cries? When the land next door was filled with flames? You wondered if it was possible to change the world, if it was possible to reach those space lights that haunted you before you fell asleep. You liked to draw on some imaginary dunes and erase them, draw and erase them in a sort of frenzied hallucination. So you could calm down, you went into a trance where erasing gave you peace. This man, this bearded young man is there, he watches you, you are a child. You do not know what to say to him, you do not know if he hates you, if he repudiates you. You know, he’s waiting for you.
With Mour Fall at the Cheikh Anta Diop University (Dakar, Senegal)
“Les fictions nous gouverment de leur implacable réalité.” Multitudes magazine, 2012