We call “Singularity” the center of a black hole, a highly compressed incommensurable heap of matter, the size of an atomic nucleus, that marks the limit beyond which physics no longer apply.

With this piece, I wanted to speak about how we relate to the cosmos, his excessiveness, his violence, the illusion of it's immobility…

It generated me and I imagined it. Am I it? Is it me?

Don’t we all carry our own singularity?

“The universe resonates the cry of joy that I am"


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