Tube construction worker, covered in dust, his hands almost white, sleeping perhaps dreaming about his duties or homecoming. His eyes firmly shut only his lips moving gently, hardly creating any words. zhe is dreaming. His dream, so embedded in his daily routine and vital in his existence, at the end becomes his reality, his true self. He began to realise that he is unable to escape from it, but he has no wish or desire in doing so. Even when he is awake, at work or home, he wants to preserve his addiction, continue, be stuck in it endlessly. His imagination, and burning desire steps in, fighting the reality and builds something of no comparison, something so beautiful and perfect in any sense, that no mind or eyes could understand the beauty of it. He begins his tireless journey, quest, a mission - to fulfil his dream and preserve it. The building starts to rise, and gain shape, among endless clouds of desire and inception.
The building gains existance.