A man walks day and night through abandoned sites and empty offices.

The world around seems to be silent and desert. As after an economic

turmoil passed away. It’s not clear how and why it arrived. Crowded

places, full of busy people, were suddenly empty. The reason, if it is a

matter of a magic spell or only a whimsy, I don’t know. They stay still

to remember the old good times - dangled cables, dusty cardboards,

a photocopier capped mysteriously open. Signs of a world by now lost.

Looking for a new definition. A new meaning of space and work.