A movie about a vagabond, a movie I have seen before, about going to an island but ending up in the ocean, the ocean is a city with zombies, I have seen this city before, sometimes it's a giant carnival, a party, always lacking in things important, the arbitrary uselessness is sometimes more haunting than the zombies them self, and their last will of consumption, the perverse duty of their lord, where is the grotesque face of this place.

Still, metropolis doesn't bring her back to him, things are moved around, special service follows, some old friends appear for a field trip, some they speak Chinese.
An ominous TV apparatus with digital screens of ready made dream-work, which will have you die and succeed in numeral ways, yet there is the notion of a jackpot on this wheel and a good life somewhere.

Two brothers and common friends then go on to share a pizza. Other old friends appear and we are all looking for jobs. that's what the others want from us, that's what our school wants, everybody should have a job.

This feeling is intensified with awake realization of something...Something that is so radically contradicting to what I assume to be a common opinion. The mutilated other..who fought the general opinion, a fabrication painted on to the public. Good god, what are these zombies about...

Projected characters, half dead personas, muted mediums ?Beings brought to life when in certain "common public places" who with their shallow everyday life can easily turn their minds comfortably numb when faced with depth. Sometimes they look like me, sometimes like others, do we fight over them? Like terracotta servants in the emperor's tomb. Who is to guide the ghosts of failed revolutions?

More importantly might be to forgive those who do not turn into zombies for they might truly be your brothers and sisters. And to help them to not get caught up in the unconscious desire expressed in a dream of living dead. A chronological life of gradual success might be some real kind of problem when pounding the great matter of breaking through the circle of life and death.

One should also be careful when penetrating thoroughly the agalma of dreams that have been walking side by side with one's self for quite some time. It might implode rather than resolve, causing a universe of new meaning. Better somehow to let it die on its own to a beautiful Nebula, as Naropa said, don't try to make anything happened, don't try to control anything, most importantly don't try to figure anything out!

When asked about the puzzle, that you are addressed to solve. Maybe a piece is missing maybe something isn't quite right. Quick turn over the table! There is no game, it doesn't fit together due to nature, inherent is what the antagonism is. For each piece of the puzzle is a photo among open eyes of an empty gaze, on its developed reflection is you, the sower of seeds in his militant dialectics, going through the photos wondering about the mirror, being the reaper, you have not yet fully acquainted him and his symptom, but that you wish to do so is the wondrous thing.

A long time ago when conditions were different, a collective consciousness dressed in black, wearing medals, leather boots, and A proud posture. But they are not here any more, you didn't continue to develop pictures with them. Doing nothing can be subversive, you just need the timing.