When technology pushes us progressive and forward, things also fall and erect. Monuments becoming ruins, ruins becoming monuments, spirits flee and hide. Only shells remain to deteriorate, deteriorating and deteriorated. In all of this, the wave seems to arrive one after another. Great gusts of invisible pixels shake electricity wires and the branches of tree, push clouds at breakneck speed, disturb the flight of birds and propel mountains of evergreen through empty, panoramic landscapes.

In the world of virtual spaces, however, time and space are our toys. But look closely, in fact, they become refugee camps for the many nameless and placeless spirits. They have no fixed forms. They circulate, propagate, replicate and accelerate.