Sponge

A sponge that has absorbed a lot of others returned home today. It feels like their existence has been erased. Their room is filled with traces of others that have not been absorbed. They lead to a damp and tired body. They close their eyes and fall asleep. Wandering in a dream, as always, they cover their face with a box. They begin to find many traces of others inside themselves, and a surreal space unfolds, where they encounter their desires and curiosities that have been restrained.