Installation represents a large termite mound, made entirely of wood.

At the entrance of the structure, visitors are greeted with a explanatory text of the idea was shown

“I gave up, I have to admit, I gave no more. My young rebellious spirit gave way to hackneyed phrases. That if any past was better, that if life is three days, if you were my age would understand . . . and the worst was not giving up but think that those still fighting were wrong.

I saw these young people struggle with hope and a certain innocence, while recognizing that innocence was becoming less or at least more fleeting. They were idealistic, had everything to do, but I saw what the future held for them, looked beyond the bubble in which we tried to protect them. I watched as others took advantage of all that, accumulated, devastated, destroyed, deflated illusions. Getting them to surrender to use their own hands to help them continue accumulating, devastating and destroying. The future could not be better, we were doomed to be the pawns of the great mound, whose queen was always hidden

But I woke up and saw that the past was only a possible future, and there were many possible futures, futures that were in our hands if we don’t surrender. I saw that together we could build without destroying that who governs us can not remain hidden, that bubbles are of illusion and can grow to infinity. And I had nostalgia, I had nostalgia for the Future.”

Miguel Arraiz García

«Me rendí, tengo que admitirlo, me rendí sin más.  Mi espíritu joven y contestatario dio paso a manidas frases. Que si cualquier tiempo pasado fue mejor, que si la vida son tres días… y lo peor no fue rendirse sino pensar que los que todavía luchaban estaban equivocados.

Veía a esos jóvenes luchar con esperanza y cierta inocencia, aunque hay que reconocer que la inocencia cada vez era menor o al menos más fugaz. Eran idealistas, lo tenían todo por hacer, pero yo veía lo que les deparaba el futuro, veía mas allá de esa burbuja en la que intentábamos protegerles. Veía como otros se aprovechaban de todo aquello, acumulaban, arrasaban, destruían, deshinchaban las ilusiones. Conseguían que se rindieran para que con sus propias manos les ayudaran a seguir acumulando, arrasando y destruyendo. El futuro no podía ser mejor, estábamos condenados a ser los peones de ese gran termitero, cuya reina siempre estaba oculta

Pero desperté, y vi que ese pasado no era más que un posible futuro, y que había muchos futuros posibles, futuros que estaban en nuestras manos tan solo si no nos rendíamos. Vi que entre todos podíamos construir sin necesidad de destruir, que quien nos gobierna no puede permanecer oculto, que las burbujas son de ilusión y pueden crecer hasta el infinito. Y tuve nostalgia, tuve nostalgia de Futuro.»

Miguel Arraiz García