Otto K.: Now where did I put that file?
Otto K.: A pile of dead bins
Otto K.: Sit and spin
Otto K.: By the glow of the fan
Otto K.: I think security was asleep on the job
Otto K.: The fan, from the other side
Otto K.: The wired chair
Otto K.: The little red crate
Otto K.: Little, big
Otto K.: Drilled
Otto K.: Stalled
Otto K.: Battered and beaten
Otto K.: Tires, strewn here and there
Otto K.: The drawers are stacked against me
Otto K.: 1678
Otto K.: A mass of pipes with spashes of red
Otto K.: Windows in the warehouse