A night in winter, with the rain falling intermittently and the road light off and on outside, in the second floor of a deserted apartment, two males -- "Father" and "Guest" -- who have received an invitation from a girl, are waiting for an party to start despite the long odds. Before the party begins, however, a "Hostess" in another room awakes and orders them to leave. After the demolishment of the apartment, what awaits them is a ruined world. These homeless people wander endlessly, looking through the left-behind space of the void, where only exist winged creatures flying to and fro. These people, who seem to have gathered somewhere in time, are now wishing to be bestowed with the non-existent names and longing for the moments when they can be recognized -- their memories and illions, in the meantime, are always hovering in this void along the discontinuous passage of time. This play, in which characters are all homeless people, revolves around the issues of memory and home/house. I intend to approach these issues by constructing a fluid landscape of the modern world in which human being are swinging between connection and disconnection.