Look, The Sun Is Going Down

Two different ways of life: one takes place in a ‹typical gas-pipe explosion district› whose inhabitants have sunk to the lowest level, the other in an upmarket district where the better-off are climbing the career ladder. As different as they are, these two worlds lie very close to each other. What separates elegance and poverty is a blink of fate’s eye. Here, we have the supermarket cashiers, the bookkeepers and the unemployed; there, the newspaper editors, the web designers and the event managers. Upon closer inspection, these seemingly parallel universes overlap a great deal. In both worlds, the same sentences are said, and there are identical constellations of people, if not identical people. They are variations of the same person, whose social status is decided by the tossing of a coin. Whether heads or tails wins in the end, everyone fights the same battle against estrangement from their body, loneliness and gradual disappearance – only the means are different.