Onyx is an oneiric ritual of void and presence, the pause before chaos and chaos itself. It blurs the boundaries between intervention and dream, in the construction of metaphors loaded with silence, noise, non-linear information, weight and the fluctuation of time. We call the emptiness, poetry, delirium and loaded and heavy bodies to the limbo of mantras and machines. We move in spirals calling in our ancestors and future beings. We hear the voices of those that brought us here, we talk between-worlds, deities and illusions, about future memories and past times we have yet to live. The monsters that live in our head come to tell us that the only certainty is absolute uncertainty. 

As if the body wasn't a border, as if history wasn't full of absences, with the certainty that imagination is absolutely essential. Revolution can truly reside in the ability to imagine. Before, during and after.