The world explodes, and you realize you exist. You want to run, but run into yourself. Your eyes water, and you hear asymmetrical sounds; a chime and something like a group of birds chirping. Yellow autumn leaves swirl between my feet.

Eneko Borao, 1991. Airbnb cleaner and part-time cashier. Half-graduated in different professional conservatories. He had his first contact with the stage and his relationship with it remained marked until his death.

Over the last few years, the artist has been investigating death, pain and abuse. In this new exploration, he also uses the collective as a healing agent and his own memory to create a performance piece, where he places himself as a portal to a dimension of white sky covered with stardust. Not from a nihilistic perspective so typical of his generation, but from rage and tears.

The team is joined by Eduardo Hurtado as composer of the sound space and the sculptor Javier Arbizu. In addition to Dogartzi Magunagoicoechea in charge of the costumes, the artist Petra Muguruza, Antiel Jimenez and Oier Madariaga as assistant director. The work has the support of Harrobia Eskena, Azala Espazio and Tabakalera. It forms part of the Transitions and Production II programmes of the Basque Government’s Department of Culture.