With this lack of function, stuck in a temporal break and space between, these landscapes and objects enter in a drowsiness state, an indifferent waiting. It exists for nothing and nobody but it keeps some persistence in its being. There’s only materials, forms, colors, lights. There’s no beach anymore, just a sea side and the sand, no more garbage but some plastic and metal in the waiting status to be a garbage again. These landscapes and objects have been, are, and will be again. Next summer, vacationers will probably never feel during this time something has changed.
