It is an autobiographical work. This piece stems from my experience with my body due to my operated knees and mental illness. A body that I feel is heavy, finite, and unstable, always dragged by sensations that call to me from an unreachable place. And even from afar, like a heart with bells, emotions set the rhythm of my actions. A circular path of highs and lows, an eternal return of the same, the myth of Sisyphus made real.
My body is always dragged by my feelings, which call to me from an almost unreachable place, especially with my operated knees. And even from afar, emotions dominate me and dictate my actions without remedy.