We meet each other on the verge of reality,
somewhere on the street or at the end of the party.
The different meetings are like resets, attempts to connect with each other.
Our bodies, so as our characters, relate in different ways.
Each of these attempts takes a new form, a different expressivity.
How do we experience an ambivalent look or an off-putting celebration of feathers and who are we for each other in this inconsistent reality?