'I was told to come here, in any direction, in any direction of white walls. White walls, in any direction. Did I forget, the direction? In any direction, myself? In any direction of white walls. My silence, in these white walls in any direction. In any direction of myself in these white walls.' This text read by Nan Hoover herself can be repeatedly heard, together with a low humming, as Hoover moves in a triangle of which one corner is the corner of two white walls. She follows the line of light a roof top window creates in the otherwise dark room. Her movement combined with the words becomes contemplative, meditative, as if she is trying to solve the problem, driven and obsessed, with herself between these white walls.

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