Guestbook

It’s a hot summer evening, and behind the billboard, when you tear it apart, you find yourself. Just like in childhood, when you discovered objects, treasures on the streets, now you find yourself in the same way. And you unlock yourself. A glimpse into thoughts and the nightmares that visit you every night—you are inside. You turn a page, and there appear the entries of all who have visited your mind, all who have signed your guestbook. You leave your own signature because you should have the most space here.