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The persona in a white, uncannily human mask, in Beckettian manner rests in solitude in an obscure room that assciates with The Fall by Camus. The character seems absurdly attached to a seemingly meaningless yet ambiguous prop while ceaselessly awaitng through the chance to get out from their cellar. The rythm of a clock gives the regular pace to of all the presented images and emphazises the neverendless of their action.