A master thesis on the cornered position of the contemporary child, which is fed and stimulated by the polished illusion of romanticised an ideological fairytales (which is also a representation of our western- capitalist society) and finds itself struggling with questions about identity, representation, performance pressure and in the end also love.
“If all that is capital melts into love, and all that is love melts into capital, then how fucked are we really? If Narcissus remains forever in a state of falling and Sisyphus never reaches the top, will we also stay floating in the middle forever? Can we reach common grounds? Can we even reach the ground? When we find ourselves in between fake news, virtual capital and a loss of feeling the real, is love then also lost?”
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