high tower

There is a noisy, turquoise surface. It’s not clear if it is part of a wall or of a floor. The image resembles an aquarium infested by algae. You lose your bearings. There are lines on the surface reminiscent of scarring. You can hear steps creating a rhythm. A scratching noise indicates the simultaneous emergence of new lines.

I walk through the room following a certain choreography while stating various, repetitive sentences. At two points their regular structure is interrupted by a short chant. It is unclear in which reality I am situated.