These places thus come to resemble an island on the continent; they become world-places,
which superimpose habits and juxtapose experiences. They would be willingly attributed a
body and soul, given the extent to which they seem to breathe of their own accord, taking
the pulse of the universe, detaching themselves from the rat-race while reflecting the
passage of time...A place thus represents many things, including the mass of all that it is not
in material terms. Looking at one of them, standing opposite the images, I enter an
automatic organism (Tea Time), then travel along the edge of the void until I reach a burning
heart, beating as fast as mine. As this place looks back at me, I realize that the face that left
the field of vision has not actually disappeared, that it has upped its game by shifting
nomadically, only to settle and reconstitute elsewhere.

[Selen Ansen,, from Sismographies, written for Souterrain, 2017 Jeu de Paume]