At seven in the morning at after, I’m a Monet painting, without perspective or defined borders, diluted in the sound that makes my skeleton vibrate right now. With my eyes closed, I think that I’ve never understood Coccia’s philosophical proposal in Metamorphoses so well, and that being human is in fact nothing special, it’s just a fiction of the modern epistemological subject that needs to delimit in order to know, and that both the air particles and I are just things that vibrate so that sound can be heard. — Mafalda Banquart / silentparty

This performance contains references to suicide and other possible emotional triggers. The audience is invited to move around the space.