This is a story of four figures, EVERYONE, SOMEONE, ANYONE and NOBODY. There was a decision to be made, the event, and EVERYONE was sure that SOMEONE would make it happen. ANYONE could have done it, but NOBODY did. SOMEONE left because it was EVERYONE'S job. EVERYONE thought that ANYONE could do it, but NOBODY imagined that EVERYONE would fail to do it. In the end, EVERYONE blamed SOMEONE when NOBODY did what ANYBODY could have done.
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Figures who do everything and yet achieve nothing. They scream in silence, the mute silence of the body. They fold their body in two, find a half that's spaced with everything, that's full of everything. What remains of everything? The opposite of existence. Is it the smell of space or emptiness? Whatever. May the solitude filled with us remain in the happening.
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