We know It to be vociferous, forever on the run, rowdy, often vulgar. And yet It can look so lonesome, all walled up, with the blinds down. It has a callous face but It is still somehow vulnerable. Its façades glisten.Its arms and face always in some other place: all desire inside, while living on the outside.We do a headstand, take a look at It, laughing.

Ernst Süss’ short film Fume is presented before the performance.