The walls imprison the space that holds the air which casts my body If these walls would fade away, I would be suspended in space

One could think they were seen from two windows of the same room. They didn’t even know each other’s name, activity or existence.

Behind me the wall talks about water activity. The ceiling, above, holds rhythms of other lifes. The other ones are asleep.

How many steps and ways has this floor sustained? How many paces and sounds have been played during all its time?

A years long multi-acteur piece about lifes, condensed in space, extended in time. Light and sound accompanied, overwhelm the room and wake it up.