The white flowers, a jute sack, and a quilted spread are on the bed. The floor covered in a carpet of woolen masses.

All around the place, the floor has shifted, become more fertile, and various objects have taken on life of their own.

The only thing that seems to have remained constant is the circular opening of the solitary window.

Sometimes the light comes in from the window, at other times through the tiny cracks in the wall.