Zirma is not an urban construction, nor a destination, but a state of mind. A regression into memory, a vacillation between lunacy and sanity, an eternal loop that can drive you mad. The city strikes to find balance between the reality and the fantasy, the subjective and the objective, what others can see and what only you can. And as she does that, she repeats herself until she sticks inside your mind. Leaving or returning to Zirma, you can never really know.