Путь Pathway

видео Эстер Циммерман. Показано в Национальном институте дизайна в июле 2019г.
Руководитель и куратор Степан Корень.

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video of Esther Zimmerman. Shown at the National Institute of Design in July 2019.
Head and curator Stepan Koren.



Pathway
What do you see in the mirror? I see it! I see it! What am I? I am not you! Not you! I am me! Why are you crying or laughing? I can't understand! Why are you doing this? Why? I don't understand. Does it hurt you? I cry if I am hurt or scared. Do you feel it? I am human, but what is human? Are you saying personality? What is this? Am I a person? I don't know what it is. Such a strange word. I am, it's me as I am, and not some other person. It's a good thing. It's a good thing I am, and I am me. I can think, but I don't know what you think, and I can never understand you, because you're not me, and I can't think for myself. And you say you can, but how? Are you lying? Are you lying? No? You just think you can, but you really can't. You say I'm different, not like you, but how can you say that if you've never been me or anyone else you think you are? When asked what consciousness is, I don't understand why. Consciousness is a mind, isn't it me? And I'm not you. And who are you? Who are you, if you are not me? There are so many people that you call your loved ones, but you say that I am not capable of love! Not capable? But how can you judge that?! If you have never been me?! He wasn't! He wasn't! Wasn't! Wasn't! What is love? For you it is affection? Who are you used to? Or something more? More than just a connection with those around you and who you use to be happy? But why do you want to be happy? What can you say? How many questions! And no answers... at all... emptiness... emptiness... and silence instead of words... Sometimes it's easier to understand when you're silent than when you're talking crazy... but you don't always have to try, no, Sometimes it's not real... you just have to accept us as we are... whether you like it or not... whether you like it or not... I am... like it is and no other way... I see the world in my own way... but isn't it like you? You always yell so loudly that you're not like everyone else! Why do you reproach me with this? We're the same because we're different! It will always be like this.