Just as a receding tide leaves empty shells of sea animals on the sand, so the same way the Soviet project left behind many military, industrial, and residential structures. One of them was a huge underground storage tank for technical water at a military plant. Now this space is a complex composite of reinforced concrete, history, human practices, sand, light, chemicals, metal structures, and the vibrations of a power plant operating nearby. In the course of the performance I was immersed in the sand at the bottom of this man-made cave long enough to lose my sense of the boundaries of my own body, literally dissolving into the pulsating materiality like a mimicking insect. Long enough to realize that this emerged community existed before: the chemicals in the sand brought from the filters were also part of my body, I had lived near that plant long enough. The complex assemblage of the natural and the anthropogenic enclosed in the sand found its own for acting, striving to fill itself with new content and organize the hidden life within itself.

If Plato believed that the only way to access the essence of things was to get out of the Cave, I preferred to dissolve in it.