It was all written, all predicted, anticipated. It was planned since always, individually, together, globally, at every scale, everywhere, forever. We always knew it, we felt it, it could not be stopped. It was an illusion, a dream, a nightmare, it was a prophecy, it was just written since always. It was in front of us, written on the summits, on the waves, on the stars, it was written in our eyes. It was not buried. It was not light years away, it was light years away. It was deeper, it was inside, you could breath it, you could drink it, since always. It was an e ect, it was a cause, a cycle, a language, it was a sign. It was too late, it was us, since always, since it starts, forever. 

Pierre Clement - Just The Same Infinite
Ultrastudio, July 9 - 24

Contribution by Marialuisa Pastò.