Lin Tzu-chi

He walks into the office, walks out of the office, and walks toward the unresponsive void—walking, day after day. The space remains silent, leaving him no choice but to keep moving. Walking is his only response to the silence. Amidst the back-and-forth and endless repetition, he gradually loses the sensation of his own footsteps. Unable to stay still, he walks on, like a soul in a tailspin.