What would a body with the gift of freedom be like in an environment devoid of definitions? In digging with arms and lies, we went to question the interior. Often dazed, we sought physiological anxieties and exhaustion, inhabited the limit, and danced in the limit. What is this rhythm if not an inner voice, our biological code? What is this ancestral information that traverses History? What are these voices and songs, these movements and gestures, this common feeling, not transmitted in words and concepts? 

We were no longer the same to what? To an arrogant envelope of flesh and power? 

Like water, we will infiltrate; like sap, we will ascend matter. Filaments to cross. Fissures to unstitch. 

From the earth, a chatter with multiple voices resonates, grabs our feet, pushes us, and bewitches us.