A human alone, in his personal space. His whole world merely a chair, solid, stiff, uncomfortable. In a relentless friction with time, or else with nothingness, he finds himself squeezed in a conflict with the self. Time and again it’s impossible for him to settle, in this loneliness, the agony of existence. 

A human alone, in his personal space. His whole world merely a chair, solid, stiff, uncomfortable. In a relentless friction with time, or else with nothingness, he finds himself squeezed in a conflict with the self. Time and again it’s impossible for him to settle, in this loneliness, the agony of existence. 

A human alone, in his personal space. His whole world merely a chair, solid, stiff, uncomfortable. In a relentless friction with time, or else with nothingness, he finds himself squeezed in a conflict with the self. Time and again it’s impossible for him to settle, in this loneliness, the agony of existence. 

A human alone, in his personal space. His whole world merely a chair, solid, stiff, uncomfortable. In a relentless friction with time, or else with nothingness, he finds himself squeezed in a conflict with the self. Time and again it’s impossible for him to settle, in this loneliness, the agony of existence.