Dear passengers, welcome to the temporary pedestrian underpass.

Completion of the station has been delayed by a few minutes. By a few years. By a few decades indefinitely.

Please mind the gap between promise and reality.

S21

is an absurdist satire with a touch of horror.

Somewhere ahead of you lies the station. It never gets finished. And it will not let you leave.

You are alone in the tunnel. Almost alone. The voice on the loudspeakers keeps you company:

This temporary pedestrian underpass is equipped with

• A station (at the end, allegedly)

• Tracks (in planning)

• Lighting (in places) 

• Clocks (several, all disagreeing)

• An exit (planning and building jurisdiction unclear)

• A voice (impeccably formal, increasingly personal)

• A 2–3 hour dwell time (might feel longer)

Please note:

Any resemblance to real construction projects, living or delayed, is purely coincidental.

Thank you for your patience. Sincerely. But it's not like you have a choice.