During my solitary wandering in the land of Israel, Tel Aviv appeared to me as a city punctuated by unoccupied spaces, empty chairs scattered like silent calls. These abandoned objects were not mere furniture but mute invitations, voids to be filled, openings to a possible dialogue.

I decided to sit.

To take that place. To wait. Not to provoke anything, but simply to be there, available. In this waiting, the unknown becomes possible. Who will come? What will happen? Will an exchange take place? The waiting itself becomes the heart of the experience, a way to question our relationship with time and space.

When I wait, I do not know. Anything can happen, or nothing at all. This void is a suspension, a space where the absent becomes present, and the present dissolves into absence.

This performance is not merely about occupying a seat. It questions what it means to be here, to be with, to be face to face. It invites us to see space differently, to feel the impermanence of things and relationships, to perceive how a gesture as simple as sitting can open a field of possibilities.

I do not remain only for the other, nor for an expected event. I remain for what may emerge.

For in waiting, there is already an encounter.