What happens when an act of avoidance becomes an obsessive production? Does the outcome of distraction become a still life display capturing the waiting? Is there a correlation between the way our minds get fixated on certain unknowns and the way a production takes over every free minute? Is it emotionally useful to make the focus into something productive or does it just become a heap? When do the thoughts become too excessive to form order and logic? Is there even a limit to be reached or can it go on infinitely? If the unknown never ceases, what becomes of the present day?