"My soul has not yet passed to the image..." Adolfo Bioy Casares

Empty salons. Corridors. Salons.
Doors. Doors. Salons.
Empty chairs, deep armchairs,
thick carpets. Heavy hangings.
Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other.
Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses.
A glass that falls,
three, two, one, zero.
Glass partition...