How many times can a woman walk down the same corridor blindfolded? Inspired by dreams, the unconscious, sacred psychology, the history of the blindfold, and symbols of reincarnation, as well as the site specifics of an corridor in an apartment in Porto, Portugal, this is a story of a woman moving through a passageway with a scarf covering her eyes. Music invokes memories, and memories invoke patterns in her movement. Is the woman conscious of her patterns? Is she trapped in the corridor? What blindfolds her? Does the scarf allow her to experience other senses more fully? Or does it blind her from perception? Does she know she is blindfolded? What impels her to remove the blindfold?
