‘… My body, actually, he is always somewhere else, it is linked to all the other parts of the world, and to tell the truth he is elsewhere than in the world. Because it is around him that things are arranged, it's about him – and in relation to him as in relation to a sovereign – that there is a top, a bottom, a line, and gauche, a front, a back, a relative, a distant. The body, he is the ground zero of the world, where paths and spaces intersect, the body is nowhere: there is at the heart of the world this little utopian core from which I dream, I'm talking, I advance, j’imagine, I perceive things in their place and I also deny them by the indefinite power of the utopias that I imagine. My body is like the City of the Sun. It has no place but it is from it that all possible places come out and radiate, real or utopian.’