Small crevice has surfaced on the border. Looks like another anomaly, another event that shouldn’t have happened. It‘s problematic. The border posts are dormant, appearing impossible to cross. Scene – embedded in silence, with no comment off stage. The machine – in its‘ focus – doesn’t speak. Space is limited to a single frame. In such narrowed perspective, something always seems out of place. There’s no way to get through and neither a way back. Momentum is off now. The balance of power is disturbed, latency and improbability become more obvious. An unexpected move – attack on reality, a knife to cut into the labour‘s schedule. Oxygen heats and expands, the pressure drops. There will be no order and the final project will never be achieved. Here no object hulks above the others.