Life as a mere transit of people humbled by the immensity of the universe. The insignificance of a person's life, marked by loneliness from the time of his birth until his death, represented as a sequence of steps that have a single purpose: to end. On this trip, in which people refuse to accept their unimportance, we leave traces of ourselves: of who we are, of what we want to be, and of what we were.

- Roberta Pesce, 2014