Deep inside the old Martin hall, there is a black door with a golden knob for a handle. Behind it awaits an endless corridor. The corridor is a labyrinth constructed of mirrors. It twists and turns, but at every angle, there is a mirror showing what lies around the corner. Far away in the corridor, you catch a glimpse of the reflection of your own back. As you move forward, you experience the sensation of being pursued by yourself. (2006)