Streng Stranger Strano

This is a journey written in the body. Going from one place to another without knowing in which one it is, if it is in one or the other or in both at the same time. Perhaps the only place where everything agrees is in the journey, the moving, the movement that is not yet, the opposite of the solid, that which does not know if it is fleeing or simply always arriving, always in the same place, on the same journey.