"...for a moment, he thought of taking refuge in the water, but then he
understood that death was coming to crown his old age and absolve him from his labors. He walked
toward the sheets of flame. They did not bite his flesh, they caressed him and flooded him without heat or
combustion. With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he also was an illusion, that
someone else was dreaming him".
(J.L.Borges, The Circular Ruins).
A moment during the performance