More and more I consider myself as living inside a giant animal. Let’s say an anonymous animal. And I’m a kind of cell, travelling around this bigger body. Until here everything works fine. The problem begins when I realize the animal is falling apart. them I start to loose contact with the survival of the animal itself and became kind of an explorer, going up and down, looking how my fellow cells do their jobs, being part of it and at the same time a witness. On this eternal falling of the bigger body, I can appreciate certain details, somehow like a patron, which tells me that, even falling, the animal wants to live.