The focal point at this picture is the man who is inside the triangle, looking through the window. But what is he watching? A caos. A place where things fall from the sky and where the mouths are alive, aside from the human body. A place where all is in movement. Maybe is like open the eyes and look all the people at the street at the 18 hours, when the work routine have finished. Each one going to a different place with different purposes, with different realities.