S.Ra

A city is like a forest of people, ticking timebombs. We are trying, tick tock, to find our way in the rush of the city in between clocks ticking away. In between people of all sorts and cultures where everyone of us is, tick tock, trying to control time. Or does time control us and them, all walking to its beat...tick tock? We are all ticking away towards the final stopping of our time. A final 'tick' without a 'tock'...the silence of death. 'Tempus fugit' holds up a mirror in front of the audience that whispers to us about the futility of our rushing. It is a whisper in between the silence of the eventual noose that awaits us and the maddening ticking away of time (author: Dimitri Goossens)