Set for a film that seems stopped is an exploratory journey inside a disused warehouse of a craft workshop where we are invited to catch the poetry of the unsuitable. It is a warehouse of discarded marble, leaning against the walls like travelers in an airport. In this state of waiting and fictitious stillness, nature intercedes, fixing an emotional expression that will fade away. Neither the dust of time nor marble dust settles on these immobile elements, but crumbs of leaves and petals, like rain from above.
