There exists this city built by labour, mostly men, who disappear after their respective buildings

are made. Once the last brick is laid, the glass spotless, the elevators functional, the plumbing
operational, the laborers, every single one of them, begin to fade, before disappearing
completely. Some believe the men become ghosts hunting the facades they helped build. When
visiting, take note. If you are outside, and there are buildings nearby, ghosts may already be
falling, may even have landed on your person.

Reference from temporary people, a speculative fiction by Deepak Unnikrishnan.

Maybe they are not Ghost, they just disappear by observing the industrial dust, dust that soaks
up the water to become mud which covers the joints, craks and holes, by the action of layering
which is transfarring a skin onto each other. because there are marks caused by moving being,
that captures an action, not sure of what speed and force, it uses device, a sort of instrument.

I am an onlooker and a friend to a Ateswar Bhoi who works on construction sites. collected
different
forms of marks, light, dust, and witnessed how concrete and plaster walls are becoming the skin,

the workers
body is leaving behind its scaffold and radiating like an invisible light. It was a radiating body
after all. Organs
are emitting organs onto another, concrete and skin constantly merge into one another.

At Studio CAMP, Mumbai