captives (1st movement)

Like reversed mythical Antigones, they follow their circular route from east to west. Whether they are single or multiple, they cannot be distracted, they can be barely crossed, and they can never be caught up with. Their struggle is internal, yet proclaimed to the whole world.

They go where they know where to go – their horizon line – which no-one else but themselves can see.

They get lost in passing through the solids of voids. They walk in the variations of light. They run.
Slowing down.
Bodies are redefined in burning, and they stretch themselves. Pieces of spaces.
Claudine Galéa