In a gray zone of frus­tra­tion and uncer­tain­ty, we nav­i­gate a space devoid of clear cul­tur­al or tem­po­ral iden­ti­ty. This melan­choly indus­tri­al envi­ron­ment resem­bles a pur­ga­to­ry for those with­out a clear cul­tur­al anchor, trapped in cycles of rep­e­ti­tion and iner­tia. Time seems frozen, events fol­low one anoth­er but some­how bring us back to the same point, as if we were trapped in a mem­o­ry cap­sule or had become that cap­sule. […] Through this per­for­mance, we explore the pos­si­bil­i­ty of accept­ing our sta­t­ic state, the strug­gle to remem­ber or make sense of our past, and the fleet­ing moments of break­through to a brief, elu­sive clar­i­ty. It's a jour­ney where famil­iar yet unknown real­i­ty slips through our fin­gers, leav­ing us lost in a per­pet­u­al loop. All in all, it's not a very opti­mistic per­for­mance, but it's made by/for very opti­mistic people.