"We are the last to stand, the last Americans."
Where are the role models? The bearers of hope? Blindly, we carry the burden of history and the approaching end of this world. Where has that gone which once gave support to others? "The cave I climbed out of was not particularly beautiful. It was not uncommon either. But it has made me what I am now and it shows: Tadaaa!" The stories are fragmented and overlapping. And yet everything feels like a big America - a big invention. We're looking for intimacy, we're looking for love and nobody really knows how. Everyone is groping for the world, but the world may already have disappeared and identity is nothing but an illusion. "Climb on my back now! I'll set you on fire and you'll blow them up!" Between terrorism and the longing for death, between convulsive utopia and hopelessness, between invisible icons and intimate enemies we try to keep ourselves warmed.
Inspired by This Bridge Called My Back, Gloria Anzaldúa, David Wojnarowicz, Walter Benjamin, Lauren Berlant and Whitney Houston.
8 October 2019