Everything consists of an infinite material. Thoughts, memories, time, objects, people, space. Through folds, they take shape. Infinite twists and turns. Invisible matter that connects everything. But what happens when the folds become visible? When we are confronted with the fact that everything is one? pleats of matter, pleats of soul does not seek to answer this question, but merely to pose it. Do we feel irritation? Confusion? Or connection?
