We, who are participants to this present time, we are both alive and not, in a way. Nothing new can be said anymore. Repetition is boring, and objectivity is boring and so has become even subjectivity itself.
Throughout the duration of one’s life, man does nothing but engage in repetition. In our lives, we are mostly betting on each other’s traumas.
According to the creators, the production does not promise anything, nor does it offer any explanations. It does not want to appear anything more than it is: a collage. A collage about the times we were born into, in which we get to be born into for millennia, about our nonsense, and how we seem to speak to each other and not with each other, about our longing for attention and love.
Blindness is when we don’t see, and blindness is also when we do not want to see. The blinds before us can also be a matter of choice. Nobody can discover the lines running through one’s own palm without cheating.
Human figures, enclosed within a space. Nothing happens outside of humanity itself.
- Sometimes I dream that I can see.
- I can only see if I dream.