I don’t like travelling and yet I am an observer of various places. I like cities and yet I represent them as deserted and unusable. I close reality to a point of freezing in order to make sense of it. My gaze is that of a winter-stricken metropolitan individual who migrates from one city to another. I experience unconventional architecture which demonstrates disappointing situation of my home city; a city standing at a bus stop like a penniless aristocrat.