( ) is the story to a weird guy wearing this king of social distancing device, that i found walking around the streets. I follow him through surveillance cameras. He arrives, he walks around, he feels insecure, he doesn’t find anything. A german-spoken conversation sounds in the background, telling a story about those imaginary travels, between fiction and reality.
Is this new idiosyncrasy a consequence of the eternal, fluid and fictional era that we were immersed in? Is this fiction? or…
Have we just jumped into reality?