An ever shifting piece rooted from our frustrations with the Numb city and the Arrogant intellectuals. It imagines the fictional quiet village as the antithesis of our present surroundings – the rigid, superficial city, abundant only of insecurities disguised as over-developed rationale. While the fantasy village soothes and weaves sorrow and slowness in life, the city blocks, swallows, confuses and spits you out dismembered. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. The Mask intervenes as a friend, a movement, a reminder of closeness in chaos. The clown appears in order to remind of loss, but they also ask a crucial question: which one is bigger, the universe or the university?! How to live in this cosmos of prefabricated opinions, midnight deadlines and real-estate havens? Suffering in joy with your friends.