If walls can hold memories, and buildings can have ghosts, what sort of echoes linger in the units of our old style psychiatric institutions as they near closure? Journeying through the corridors, the dormitories and the day rooms of these decaying spaces, we hear the faint traces of forgotten voices - people who spent the best part of their lives committed to these asylums. Throughout, these people remain invisible as they were in Irish society, as we move through the empty place of their past.