THE ESSENCE OF PEOPLE MIGHT NOT BE SOMETHING SOLID, BUT FULL OF HOLES.
I asked myself: What is the world? We live in the hole of time and we share the hole of nonsense. We work in the hole of earning a living. Our memory ends in the hole of forgetting. There is the harmfull ozone hole. There is the inexplicable black hole. Atoms are more empty than full, they are full of holes. There are holes full of trash and holes full of coal in the ground. There is a hole in our heart when we lose our lover. A window is a hole in the wall. There is also a hole in the film "Personal Life of the Hole". Holy hole, what to do with all these holes?! The film contemplates contemporary culture, ecology, economics, and finally, love.