I looked around the apartment and sighed.

Hallucinatory tale of a thwarted awakening replayed over and over again, "I've been around of the apartment" proceeds according to the logic of a spatialized poem in prose which would not completely evacuate the representation, while remaining on the breach of abstraction. Drawing and text intertwine to the point of sometimes merging, and the game of repetition/variation/accumulation never ceases to question our perceptive regimes according to a reflexive logic, the protagonist being subjected to questions of the same order.