A public pool, a sociotope. A scene of daydreaming and gentle snoozing. It is a place where everything is fine, or at least it feels like it. The smells of summer are in the air: sun milk lawn and flower fries, beach ball melon and chlorine lemonade. In the tightest of spaces half-naked people share an afternoon, some hours with each other while time flies by so quickly. That is where you find the poetic banality of everyday life.