The first project was about lonely men, “treating” their ego with twisted exhibitionism. The second part is devoted to alone, or rather, abandoned interiors by these people. Just a few minutes ago everything was breathing with fluids of strange unrequited “passion”. And now it’s over. Heat cools down, hopes for an enthusiastic audience are melting, and life expires with a slow poison of disappointment. We are alone. They (interiors) – are alone twice.