In this relational art piece, the artist reflects upon the fluidity of human relations
from a standpoint in which the others become the cause for trauma. Work and the Self are not the only origins of self-harm: we end up becoming strangers —names, friends, acquaintances, pieces of paper hanging on a wall or on a screen that constantly fall and are then substituted again by the next ones. It is a pattern of repetition that stems from a luxurious cosmopolitan life, while travelling through time and space. A movement that, nonetheless, begins this piece sitting in a broken chair, from a position of discomfort and waiting, created by the need for something more.