Where is my mind

Thought shifts, separates, multiplies. It no longer coincides with the body, no longer a fixed center, but something that can be chosen, lost, hidden, or released. The figures inhabit this distance: some try different possibilities, some let go of what has been, some hold on, some expose. The mind is no longer a fixed place, but a moving space, changing shape and position. Being no longer means to coincide, but to remain in relation with something that can always be elsewhere.