This is a world of stagnation and endless racing movement. Body secretly creeps into the daily and familiar space; it roams through all its details in order to release it from that which is static and contradictory. The body thence becomes a remainder of a state and of traces of places, it becomes a zone… in other words, anything but a body. The body is lost in that confused open space, it escapes from one place to seek refuge in another. Remains become time stations, nothing distinguishes them from each other accept for a remaining desire to crossover to the side of the other bank; the bank of the very same place.