“Animula vagula, blandula,
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles,dabis iocos…”
P. AELIUS HADRIANUS, IMP.

Black scars on a white floor measure the distances to travel, show directions, outline a fate that has already been determined and covered. A neat figure, well made up, a strand of pearls around the neck, moves in this room, as if to perform a mysterious ritual. A human being between her body and her soul.