Sin fin: Performances at the End of the World

Male:
One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.

Male:
A body enclosed in a circle seems to be waiting always for something, inside of which it may happen, or always makes an effort to become "something". It is inside the body that something happens, as the body is the only source of movement. It is not a matter of 'where', rather of 'when'.

Female:
Where is the essence? Maybe it has shrunk; maybe it has just gone away. There is always a sort of stillness beyond the movement, beyond the elasticity of sensations, beyond standing, sitting, lying. There is stillness until the complete dissipation. An acrobat always stands still inside himself.

Female:
Every day I die to rediscover myself through my own dreams, in a process of virtual sequences, side by side with my body that I try to manage and run, entangling and imprisoning in a role I have built for it. I animate these moments, I presume. I recognize my presence in this world through my daily rituals, by expressing myself with common gestures, as if I were seeking an ideal of circularity. There is always a struggle, a tension, and a drama in all this.

Female:
I recollect the manifold past lives... in their modes and details. Having been many I now become one. I appear. I vanish. Continuously. I go unimpeded through walls as if through space. I can hear both kinds of sounds: divine and human, both near and far. I perceive a mind with passion as a mind with passion, and a released mind as a released mind... released.