In the meantime, streets continue being carpets, that despite its rigidness breaks and incorporates waves into its consistency. The skin of the city was explored today; while the meadow freeze under the icing dew layer, streets continue impenetrable. The skin of the face feels like a painted cardboard; just like the mask we have constructed on top of the soil; the city and its construction materials expands and gets lost in the vastness of the horizontal line. Yarns protect the stories my skin has collected, just like the calcareous stones of old constructions. The erosion wraps surfaces and distracts the attention, soon I will be lost in the microcosmos of a centimeter of urban skin. The sheet that covers bodies and comforts them while resting, is there in as a touch-screen device that becomes the expansion of portable centimeters of city.





A dialogue between public and private space is established through the wool strings, they interconnect both pulic and private activity; opening up the question:







