Inspiration is existence; and abjection is evil. Driven by bringing "concrete" biological elements: taboos that speak of a supposed biological gender identity, but that do not dictate certainties, but subsidize, through a chaotic and dadaist inspiration, the "fitting" of various parts. The internal "goes crazy", and the transformation creates a national rut. To materialize this liquid, I resort to Sigmund Freud's 1913 text: Totem and Taboo, equipped with several questions. If the totem is formed of fragments, architectural blocks, construction blocks, discourses, what symbols and questions does it bring? Is this of a man or a woman? Or of whom?