When something is not seen, does it still exists?
A life that was never known by anyone was ever lived?
that thing that happens only inside one creature, did actually happen?
All the life that is lived only by one being - that life that happens within a body and which has run through its entrails - that life that has been seen by no one except by its owner, ever existed?
if not, does it have any meaning?
we seek the other to share... and we tirelessly attempt to connect: speaking of ourselves, leaving trails and creating bonds.
But at some point we notice that the other does not understand our internal intensity. Not because of disinterest, but simply because the other is not us.
The impossibility of communication is inherent to the act of being human.
We then face once again the individual life, which belongs only to the one living it. And if that is so, does this life exist? And if it does not exist why waste so much human warmth?
Creation of Isadora Frost
Video by Livia Massei and Paula Artioli Esteves