Imperfect perfection, order in chaos, entropy and rearrangement. It doesn't disappear, it just transforms. Is it okay if I exist a little differently?

The performers are looking for a common rhythm, a current, where their energy is transformed from each other to each other. They reveal themselves, show their small mistakes, which appear at the level of movements, in small deviations and swings, and from confusion they become building material. The performance imperceptibly transforms into a joint jam, in which anyone can freely join in and add themselves.