I opened the box, I couldn't find any rules

I’m somewhere else.

I approach, listen, look around, enter.

There is no one close to me yet I feel I am being observed. I am watching myself.

I look around. I’m somewhere else.

The walls and the floor under my feet are not well defined. I take a few steps. Back. Everything seems to rotate regardless of my movements. I can’t move much. So I decide to stay still.

I listen. I’m somewhere else.

I see hands making gestures. They are there, in a corner of this new space and are quite defined. I see them clearly. I look around. The spaces in which I find myself seem to be created from emptiness. Actions increase. They repeat themselves and are always in different places. They are traces of memory, shreds. I try to make associations. I can listen to its movements. Some unclear voices.

I’m somewhere else.