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Location: a lonely house, crowded with everyday things and one man. Objects live their lives; they rejoice harmlessly, they love, they suffer, but above all they enjoy their own liberation from the chains of objectivity, from the restraint of functionality. They childishly surrender to the frenzy of action, to the motion of movement. New beings, mutants of civilization. Objects seen differently.
