you sit and you wait - dystopian dream
You stand up and go to the
opening in the sail
You go inside
you walk through
doors like locks of
outside and inside
arrive
sit down
your number
your place
you
(because continuing to descent is falling to the background)
(hoping that there our destination quietly waits for our approval)
(in the safe warmth of the other)
(something that used to be a place between rising and standing)
(because you're good at that, listening to what comes, following to where others have listened for so long)
Welcome dear guests to Mangé,
welcome to our dystopia of tastes; a narrative spun from the ordinary rhythm of habits and the often-unseen tale of overconsumption
We invite you on a journey where each morsel, each crumb, takes on a life of its own - from its birth on your plate to its final act of disappearance. As the curtain lifts on this culinary slaughterhouse, we ask you to reconsider your relationship with food and dining - may it make u uncomfortable
This performance is not merely a feast for your taste buds, but an indulging of ourselves in a context unfamiliar to us. Prepare to embark on a sensory odyssey, where every bite holds a story, every sip hides a secret, and every discarded scrap whispers a silent plea for change. Welcome to Mangé, where dining becomes a dance between the experiment and nightmare, a forgotten waltz.
Sit up and stand straight, dear guests, you may leave your plates and your seats, the performance has come to an end.