Have you ever seen a teapot in orbit?
We dance in our cities - in the forgetfulness of our metamorphosis - in a time that seems immutable. A creature, an other, appears to us. It lies down to the void, alters in the face of adversity, adapts to the format. Its body is like the mirror of a perceived reality and of which our reflection would be distorted. It is a question mark before the established ordinary.