All stories begin with our failures. The unaccomplished dream to escape our body, too transform into something else – immaterial and eternal. We live on the ruins of an imagined splendour. This is not how it was supposed to be. We relay on simulations only that now an alien organism attacks and damages our central nervous system. An error is inevitable. Shock is probably the best term. Fear doesn’t let go even for a moment. It hides somewhere around the corner and stares at us. What will it bring? We don’t know. We enter a state of paranoid isolation where contact with another human will be an act of terror. I would love to cover everyone in concrete so they feel safe and sound. Hidden away. Keeping their distance in imagined shelters. We observe a simulation of remote contact, a concert with no audience. The only viewers are the unknown creatures and their unnatural fast eye movements.