"The continuous city of Penthesilea flows fluidly from its surroundings. It is a city without a centre, without boundaries. The traveller comes and leaves without knowing that he has traversed an illusionary city; a city lost in itself. It is a city of strangers. There are no familiar faces. Its implied shapes tempts one to take a closer look. As soon as one attempts to get a grasp of it, he loses it completely, even before he gets any hint of it. Where are you Penthesilea?"