A manifesto about the impossibility to live without oxygen.
Or maybe it’s possible but then it’s not worth it.
It is true what it was said to the people long ago: you shall not murder; you shall not commit adultery; do not swear an oath by heaven; do not resist evil; do not judge and do not cast your pearls before swine.
But when you’re choking, no law is good anymore.
If you finally get oxygen, your lungs start to dance in your thorax, and they take you to a place where is nothing but dance. And dance. And dance. And dance.
Thus, Oxygen is a concert.
And we’re seeking theatre as well in it.
Is it possible to still breathe according to the ancient laws in these bleary, split world?
Translated by: Orsolya Kis