In cruising areas, people often build fragile structures to shield their intimacy from prying eyes.
These spots, littered with garbage and filled with eerie noises and nighttime footsteps, might seem like perfect settings for horror fiction. Yet, for cruisers, these places are sanctuaries where we feel alive, desired, and understood.
no shelter but my heart blends tension and serenity, capturing the uncanny sensation of someone else’s presence, Jeremy’s lament haunts the space. Caught between eroticism, fear, and melancholy, he’s trapped in the Real of Tears, a virtual world stripped of love.
As the branches forming the shack obstruct our view of the surroundings, they compel our body to adopt almost crawling positions to observe what is happening outside. The ideal mode of presentation suggests a spatialization of sound through a system of peripheral speakers, allowing the footsteps of visitors to blend with those of the forest, thus creating an additional ambiguity thus making the visitors virtually become cruisers in their turn.
This piece is part of a long-term worldbuilding process where I explore the unique aspects of homosexual practices in the rural areas I hail from. In these places, desire, care, and masculinity intertwine with a fleeting, ephemeral despair, a memory I cherish.
CREDITS
Concept, writing and development : Vincent Moulinet
Sound design : Yatoni Canto