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Rewind Forward - Storytelling in Limbo

With one foot on hold. The eyes scan the familiar surroundings, again and again. You can hold on to it only for a short time. The adjacent world behind the flat wall becomes blurry. The tea kettle rushes in a tour. The days in the loop between imagined outside and fixed inside. Long-haul flight to the nowhere. Next transit opportunity in the supermarket, a round in the revolving door and back to the day before yesterday. The monotonous repetition of the same environment could have something meditative about it. Three films later, instead of getting off in Madagascar, we are back in our own sleeping room. The sleeping world and the waking world flow into each other. Where is the cockpit, and in which direction are we actually moving? A strange weightlessness sets in. The space is sometimes too narrow, then again oversized. The attempt to find a constant in the spiral only succeeds by moving with it. How many thousands of kilometres is the refrigerator from the couch? Time doesn‘t flow, it inflates, makes a curve and pulls out at the fume hood. The same station is playing, the same words are passing by.