This story is not about a nice family who is waiting at a station.
We were 3 years old when we disappeared.
We've been living here in this closed place for 123 years, which is known by the people as The Station.
We know exactly who we were then, and what we have become.
Escape if you can!
Play with me if you dare!
Do we know exactly who we were then, and what we have become?
“Ferenc Fehér’s choreography, in which the dancers act as though animated by some mysterious force, is astonishingly organic and yet mechanical at the same time, simultaneously conjuring up mathematical formulae and natural patterns, the intelligent human particle floating in an abstract plane, and the collective (quantum?) consciousness.
The Station is a super-concentrated ‘interim’ microcosmos both inside and outside real space and time , depicting the incessantly restless state of an urban zombie and the cacophony of an outside world woven from a rich fabric of sounds (also created by Fehér); and in the centre of it all stands its quintessence that is the complex relationship between two people with their own internal rules, which they are all too ready to break at the drop of a hat.”
