The piece for two dancers and a handful of ropes is an ode to spontaneity.

Those two levels of rationality and impulse – instantaneous yet almost irreconcilable! Isn’t the spontaneous urge to do or say something, nearly always turned down by the great censor reason?

What about the spontaneous urge to stand up and kiss the stranger sitting opposite to you in the compartment? And what about the need to cry out loud at the spur of a moment? Aren’t these desires usually nipped in the bud just because of the fear of impending consequences? I owe this piece to my soul, which – since I arrived in Europe – has already been punished several times for being authentic.