The collection of studies presented in this book speaks of the eternal present on which the search for its own language is nourished. The characters that inhabit it stretch, chase each other, possessed as if by a state of perpetual alteration. Resting on a base they try to determine themselves, striving to reach a fixed point, their polar star. The resulting movement is an illusion, for the more they seek, the more they break down. They twist, they readjust, destined to constantly adapt. Alessandra Ciniselli puts together a theatre of infinite directions, imbued with tension and lightness.