Fear is an internal monster circulating around the body and debilitating its every cell, which takes over human organs and disseminates without control. Is it possible to stop it? Is it easier to control it as you age? What is adulthood about?
What would the world be like without humans? Closed cafés, loungers with no one to sit on them and empty parking lots may indicate an approaching apocalypse. It seems as if there is no life in this sterile world, but is it true? Adaptation of a poem by Sara Teasdale ‘There will come soft rains’ written in 1918.
