A “possible” man, whose existence is devoted to waiting for an opportunity of self-actualization, which is still not realized. A part of some anonymous suburbs are abandoned because of unyielding interests of urban planning and development. Two lives without quality, in which one life goes inside the other, driven only by the need to leave a trace, and to write. In the house #27, the “possible man” expresses himself in writing performance, and creating layers of signs. On the written signs he overlaps some colorful post-it notes, which give an appreciable thickness to his intention in the re-signification of himself and of the place he lives in. Could this language save the world? Or at least can it save the hidden section of his suburbs, and the isolated people who live there?