Two voices facing up to the onset of maturity, the beginning of the slow process of the disintegration of the body. With all its tremors and contradictions, a gradual plunge into the deepest form of emptiness. Thirst is the fractured lament of a woman who returns to the space where she is utterly free to confront serious issues and dissatisfying times, a woman who feels every bump along the way but manages to overcome each new threat. Thirst is the reconstruction of a story: our own.
Thirst is an earthquake, a disturbance, the origin of light.