For me, Tehran – where I was born and grew up – is a city in which people’s presence can be seen along with nonstop construction and organizations with all their signs and symbols shown on yellow and gray boxes on the sidewalks, or on the lampposts supplying electricity to our houses. My Tehran today, seems to have nothing other than construction to present. People, here, have turned to transient shadows whose presence is felt by their footprints or by their efforts to be seen at city illuminations on various occasions. This loneliness, however, has captured those signs and symbols too. The signs and symbols expose themselves in an abstract space like a swelling on the bodies of the construction projects.