With our decaying sensitivity and the lack of self-consciousness, aren't we in a certain sense already dead? We are surrounded by apathetic deadmen but, surprisingly, that only leads us to think about death even less — to the point of total indifference. Humanity became a caricature of itself for now it is subjected to the laws of prescribed codes and forms of behaviour, in other words to a limited number of poses. That raises the question: To which extend are we still alive? There's, I believe, some hope for a positive answer. I want the viewer to pose this question, mainly, in regards to her- or himself.
