Peripheria

An abandoned housing project. In the alleys the hallways, the yards, the corridors, on the rooftops, a few dogs roam and fumble. They survive in these lifeless ruins. A graphic poem, without any word, built around the remains of humanity. Like the eve of an apocalypse. A end of the world, the end of a world. And an animal burst, savage, which resurrect these life crumbs.