In the middle of a large and otherwise empty lobby, corpses curled up on the floor, covered in a white blanket catch the attention of an unsuspecting passer-by. Coming closer, as if struck by lightning: they're made of marble! ... innocent, faceless victims of modern times in Italy...

A large and really, REALLY repulsive woman, with features of a gypsy, hairy armpits, wearing over her immense hips a skirt so thin that it may as well not have been worn, standing indecently like a drunk sailor on a rowboat that was being thrown about on the waves as if it, also, were drunk, a man puking into the blue sea (held by another man, so as not to fall overboard) - from seasickness, or from having finally realized what mistake he was making: Cleopatra on a boat with Mark Anthony.

A room so dark, you begin to feel uncomfortable. Taught strings divide a room without any visible end into blocks. Hand involuntarily reaches forward to feel the space ahead; the space begins to distort, taught strings cut the room into different blocks; someone else walks cautiously nearby -- completely disoriented, you walk back out into the light of day.

Imagination wanders