Expressionism: Empty house...

When you come back after work to an empty house you step into a cold silence. No laughter is heard, no warmth is felt. The empty house is like an echo of the echoes of a former happiness that is now gone. You hear only your footsteps, echoes that remind you of too much space. Every day when you open the door, you feel the same pain and longing again, and this house seems more and more like a place where the air is filled with absence.