A living room at night, selectivley furnished. No trace of inhabitants. A naked young man repeatedly crosses the space. He lies down on a sofa. He puts a dish on the table. He acts like a stranger who has crept into the house. Furniture trembles, appears, disappears as if moved by an invisible hand. The intimacy and nearness to the man’s body contrasts sharply with the view seen from outside; we are actually looking through a shop window.