„People are kneeling, washing their heads in basins of water.
They can hardly breathe.
People are walking behind each other. In a rectangle, synchronised.
They are forming an organ of movement, constantly repeating itself.
Hardly changing, if at all.
What happens if someone can no longer walk?
Someone is crouching, alone in its own freedom, swaying and stroking itself.
There is no square to walk along.
There is no one to run after.“