In “tempus fugit,” cie. toula limnaios remains on the trail of time; deeply embedded therein is the all-too-human desire for happiness. Nietzsche saw it embodied in a grazing herd of animals, living entirely in the now–a state which he envied them for, having neither past nor future. In “tempus fugit,” seven dancers continually move as a group, as a flowing unit. Propelled forward by an inner unison, they produce an all-embracing tide, a round dance like a single shared movement which, nevertheless, at moments reveals the individual. Nothing lasts forever–the flow of time cannot be detained. But how do we really live in it? Has the hustle and bustle of daily life consumed us all? Compared to the breathlessness of our lives, the horde resembles a muscle, brimming with vitality and solidarity. Mass and identity, power and momentum are its central phenomena–the group as a microcosm that frees us from the prison of isolation and unleashes new strength.