An object, process, and situation that is part of itself. Infinite recursion multiplied by our life.
Speaking in a global sense, what is happening on our planet today is the alpha and omega of recursion. People are like ants, endlessly running around in circles, repeating the same actions countless times, realizing the same dreams, cloning their lives on the conveyor belt.
How true is what we see around us. What is the difference between what we think we see and what we actually see? Are our thoughts really ours, or are they someone else's, and we are just part of the play?
Where is the scale by which a person is able to measure the adequacy of events that occur to him?
The shooting took place in a rainy railway station on a mobile phone, which, I think, fits well into the essence of the project.