Gaspar Werthein

A frustrated and alcoholic writer has an idea. I wake up in Buenos Aires, lost and alone. In my pocket I find a photograph of a woman. It brings me memories of her and a house. The back side of the photograph has an address. I begin to walk. I travel across the city looking for this woman. A whole day goes by. I'm tired, it's late. I get to the house. Everything starts again.

JK enters the Library in search of a book but he quickly discovers that his wishes might not be that simple. Halls and corridors multiply like a labyrinth without a way out, stairs lead to impossible places, and the employees of the Library don't offer any help. The Library seems to watch over and guide him against his will. Every attempt to move forward traps him, plunging him further into the chaos of an absurd system. What began as a small desire turns into a mental and sensory odyssey, where JK will even have to resort to violence. What is your Library?