ELECTRONIC CITY

Falk Richter 

Premiere 2019 October 11th, 12th in Artūras Areima theater, Vilnius

AAT|Artūras Areima theater

director/scenographer Artūras Areima | costume designer Artūras Areima| composer Andrius Kairys | video design Kornelijus Jaroševičius| 
actors Petras Šimonis, Monika Poderytė, Karolis Legenis, Modesta Jakeliūnaitė

duration 100 min

audience 16+


Photographer Laura Vansevičienė
project distributed by Lithuania Council for culture

Digital code: Electronic City. Such a city needs an Electronic Leader because without it you are don't exist or you are nowhere. The electronic city is an inertial city, where time never stops, people always run. It is a city with no features, no signs, no indication of where it is and how it might look. Electronic City doesn't have clear location. A city that has no coordinates, no indication of where it is. It is a city in a dingy desert where it's always cold. Well, at least not too hot. High buildings and narrow streets are protecting city from the sun, and there is a global conditioning system. People of the city decide when it is winter and when it is summer. Because of hot winds blowing in the desert, the city is "framed" between high walls. The city is buzzing with an artificial breeze. There's nothing real about it, just confusion and feeling like a you are in the "zero zone." There are anonymous people here who only focus on doing their jobs that are "above", but no one can even suspect who they are from "above", maybe they are the same as us? Intermingled between them / us?

There is not and cannot be "I AM," "I am exclusive, different." Here "I" does not exist. Here are YOU - OTHER. You must be like this, otherwise your time will end and you will be removed. Everyone knows, that everything is going to fall apart, they just don't know how and when exactly. When will everyone start hating each other, poisoning everything around like a nuclear power plant reactor explosion. This will stop electronic cities one by one. If your time runs out, the pyramid is collapsing, the circuit of the system that is programmed with precision - with a precision of a second. Therefore, there is no space for imagination and its games. YOU are an unit for OTHER resources. You are in the system. YOU cannot deviate from the norms. You do what you are commanded to do. Numbers. I got lost. Where am I?

There is not and cannot be "I AM," "I am exclusive, different." Here "I" does not exist. Here you are - EVERYONE else you must do this, otherwise your time will end and you will be removed. Everyone knows, that everything is going to fall apart, they just don't know how and when exactly. When will everyone start hating each other, poisoning everything around like a nuclear power plant reactor explosion. a pyramid is collapsing, a circuit of a system that is programmed with precision - with a precision of a second. Therefore, there is no space for imagination and its games. unit for OTHERS resources YOU are in the system. They can live without us, because they, like us, are a possible thing that we've been. Man is only needed here to the extent that he resembles the "one" who already was. An electronic city only needs your errors, errors, volatility that could lead you to its own digital algorithm.

Artūras Areima: "Let's bow to our damnation: the sea of numbers, the tsunami of tsunami, the metropolis, the electronic city. Can we still walk a meter not calculated by our phone algorithm. My smartphone knows me better than my mom, family, loved ones, friends. ) Maybe he has a better idea of what I want than I do? He knows how many steps I take a day, I climb to a high floor, who I interact with, what my emotions are, what my reactions to one or another object are. And if you feel very lonely, you can always talk to Siri. We even handed over the death to the pros - the technology flow. no one would ever feel strong because the flood of images of death has long ceased to exist in the day-to-day. Media, movies, plays - they transform everything here everyday visual or just a sign. "

The corporeal individual. An enemy of its own, forced to create a fiction - humanity.

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