Even in the possibility of being, in this place that one day was one of the luxurious hotels of Iran I face desolate and soulless rooms.
Room number 16… room number 8… room number…
Anywhere in this abandoned hotel I catch the sight of people that are impassive and archaic like the color of walls.
The eyes search along with me and take me to the quest of the possibility of being.
The story that lingers on as long as you are!