Through the idioms of German expressionist dance, Brazilian rhythms, yoga and yodeling techniques he tries to save himself from an apparent midlife crisis in which his career and confidence seem to break into pieces due to an overdose of options and lack of decisiveness.
We've given birth, survived and changed the world.
We cried ourselves empty of all pathos and laughed at the utopias we didn’t believe in.We got high on hard work and blind faith. We were both victim and perpetrator.We borrowed heroic bodies from the past to squeeze out their sweat, quench their blood-thirst and trace down meaning.
We found ourselves intoxicated by euphoria and banal spasms on an empty battlefield.
We were left without a cause to fight for.