A space of possibilities with unexplored paths, dead ends, partially absent or sleeping artists and unexpected and expected guests, whom we warmly welcome to the collective loss of control.

We rehearse the loss of control and ask questions. Where is the control once you have lost it? Is someone else in control then? Can we/do we want to surrender? Do we need seatbelts for letting go, rules that don’t have to be followed? Can we orchestrate that letting go? How can we get lost between A and B, two points in space-time? Is sleep a loss of control? And, last not least, will Houellebecq appear to us – in dreams or in reality? Besides, what do we do when 2+2 = green and Heinz von Foerster eats fish tails.