The endless journey.

The space represents our life and its "final destination". No beginning, no end. The street life and the present time is just one dimension of many.

Shinjuku, with the endless movement of trains, traffic, and people emphasizing time spent with its neon lights representing the present. A spiral staircase passes through rigid arches turned into curved elements disappearing down into memories and up to the flames that dance in despair.

A journey starting with our first breath with memorable moments along the way, looking back to the first instant we remember, but that we sense is only the beginning of our consciousness.