Black Japan

What strikes first are the lines, the arrows, the codes, the rules. They determine the impassive and silent coming and going of each other. Like robots performing a ballet. Like in a silent movie. As if only the individuals counted and the individual did not exist. In this model society, which wants to be a model, distressing and suffocating, the desire and the dream explode, with a very particular intensity, at every fault, every detour, every time the system drops the guard. Where he wasn’t expected.