Moscow is riddled with underpasses, transit areas, whose aim is to pass through endless flow of people , without giving them a chance to stop. While moving through them, I begin to notice , that the only place, which gives the opportunity to split off from the rush in this “hose” is the the corner, that is formed by crossing of the walls. That place is constantly used and vital to everyone , but hostile and neglected. The only place to stop. To hide, but to be seen. I was observing, how the corners were transformed into closets, bedrooms, boudoirs, places for namaz, receptions. The more time I spent in tunnels, peering into the corners, the more I felt that humans are unprotected and vulnerable. Finally corners for me are the metaphor for modern Society, that is trapped into the corner, trying to find a shelter, frozen in anticipation of the future.