Xavi Prim

Ö is an ancient asleeped figure, mute as a mime, a brightness, a movement that wakes up three times during the attempt to propel themself with the inertia of a jump sufficiently high to get out of the silent obscurity. The process of transformation of a synthetic idea of a tangible body of bones and meat.

Death wanders aimlessly searching someone to send to the otherworld. The last human has died and only the remains of a society that now cannot be remembered stays. And the animals, that have understood how to outlast us, look at it from afar. What is death without someone that creates the legend?