directed by Alessandro Sanmartin
with Marco Pasquale, Maria Perardi, Anna Peretto, Vittoria Rossino, Alessandro Sanmartin, Leonardo Zaupa
sound and light Angela Marangon
Life is an absurd thing. Tiny but arrogant we crash the party of the Universe.
We submit to the slavery of Time, constantly hoping for a better life.
We spend our days repeating the same empty actions and the same vain words, wondering at every silence if there is a Destiny for us.
All because we do not know how to move without meaning.
And it is this search - the sense - that damages and saves us at the same time.
What if, like Sisyphus, we were able to rejoice in the consciousness of this absurdity?
There is no Destiny other than this life. There is no Time.
The Universe cannot be understood. Here is the fracture.
To be condemned to an eternal repetition, to an unspeakable effort.
To carry each one's own boulder to the top of the mountain, to see it fall back into the valley,
and start again from the beginning.
Is that all? To love, sweat and wear oneself out. What is the purpose?
Perhaps in the concreteness of doing, in the presence of the body, in letting it flow.
Perhaps it is the condemnation of being in the world that gives meaning to being in the world.
Photos by Angela Marangon, Umberto Zarantonello and Ilaria Massariol.
