Animals line up, TVs coordinate, one leg gets injured and firecrackers blow up in the sky.
Having accepted the stereotype of life, I instinctively followed the recording of the contrary happenings which confirm the rule of monotony; my only goal is to tease it and negotiate a new treaty. Monotony is a repeated point of exception, it is images in which the melancholy of existence inheres, but simultaneously they celebrate it, thus, rendering the rupture of reality a little more probable.
