Maximiliano Villalba

The supermarket is filled with products, but there’s no one there. Oh, yes, there’s one kid. But he doesn’t walk as if he was in a supermarket. His friends fight with the cashier, they’re looking for something she says it doesn’t exist. Later on the streets they are a group again, they walk and talk like they do every night. They all want time to go by as it always does.