Into an empty white room, abstracted from everyday time, enter two women, sisters. They are in there to do an experiment, an imagination game, like wh
Into an empty white room, abstracted from everyday time, enter two women, sisters. They are in there to do an experiment, an imagination game, like when they were in their room as children: to go back in time. What is left of the welter of events we go through? What does it mean to be in a relationship, to share? Perhaps an empty room is never really empty.
