SO BAD

It sounds like a chaotic carnival, where slogans and shouts are mixed with sincere laughter and an almost childlike stubbornness to live ‘your own way.’ The words contain an eternal paradox: the worst and the best, despair and delight, dirt and glamour, all at once. The stage turns into a theatre where the actors wear identical masks, but each is convinced that theirs is the only real one.

Energy bursts over the edge: whether it's protest, dance, or a meaningless argument at the kitchen table, where the arguments are less important than the process itself. And in this absurd commotion, a bright thought suddenly emerges: maybe there really is no ‘correct’ version? There is only the madness of the present moment, which is both the most terrible and the most beautiful.