A rusty chair, without a seat or backrest, rejects the body and transforms the act of sitting into a metaphor. No matter how much one tries to adjust it, the discomfort persists. The work reflects situations in which we remain, even in pain, out of fear or habit. It speaks of the courage to name the discomfort as the beginning of change—and of the urgency to create spaces where the body and the word can, finally, rest.