The black dot is the Start. The colour black creates deepness, an imaginary space: black is silence, death, intimacy. Roundness gives it dynamism, as a shape. This black dot, this character, is alive and mutating. A very common reference and marker of, and in, the spaces of our everyday practices. The black dot perform in the quotidian theatre becoming different things in different places and at different times. Full of poetic references, it tricks you, surprises you; surprises you with the pleasure of being fooled. Black plays games with our perceptions of space. Two dimensions or three? What is flat? What is hollow? What happens when the dot is not round any more? When it distorts? What if it expands. It becomes an element in the world possessing a smell of its own. Then the dimensions of an emotion define the diameter of the dot. The dot as wound, as a hole in the surface opens a space in objects to keep, to hold all kinds of things, but specially secrets; the objects become confessors.