Shots from Tassawur
What do you do when you're convinced that your saviour exists outside of you? You look for it, in people, in religions, in thoughts, in ideas. And when you don't find it, you do not go straight to yourself. First you need to comparmentalize yourself,so that you do not suspect that you yourself, are alone in the supposed world that necessarily maps you to your lighthouse. And then you become your saviour. But the relative "your" makes no sense. You do not exist. You are just an image.
Shots from Kharashein
When the air around you filled with the stench of unclaimed bodies, what meaning can you see in life? When all your sounds are overlapped by the resounding hum of sobs from an entire country, are your senses even capable of music?
A play about the senselessness of burning countries.