The things of the everyday, the borders of our world, in which things can be relied on, make sense.
Dust settles on the gleaming tops of the furniture, dreams are neatly folded in the chest of drawers, we have our habits. Back of the door to the kitchen, there’s a new door to the kitchen, and a labyrinth of corridors takes over. Things engorge ambitions, put on the face of desires, become the answers. Andrey’s characters merge with the everyday, revealing absurdity and absence of meaning.