I walk seven hours without stopping in a large and empty room. My path is a long piece of white paper, 1 meter large and 16 meters long, fits exactly the rooms length. I walk barefoot, always on the same line, in the middle of my "path". The continuous rubbing of my feet, the continuous pressure of the weight of my body moving on the light and fragile structure of the paper draw, slowly and by themselves, the form of the passing. My feet draw the line of passing, draw space and time. Walking I become myself space. My own energy, the energy of the space around become one, I walk, silent, concentrated, there and now, in the MOMENT . . .