[Texte disponible uniquement en anglais] A point. Infinitesimal.
Inside : the crowd, the abundance.
In this abundance : man.
The man is prisoner of his image. Prisoner of its five sense.
Journey to the ultimate undifferentiated.
Wandering towards the nothingness.
But if the human contours became blurred, and if the skin becomes permeable?
If the senses are blurred, giving way to another reality or another phantasmagoria.