12

12
About Mirko
I am a trap. My body is a trap that I fell into the day I was born.
Franz Kafka

Declaration of incapacity

We live in a crazy age. Nonstop. We have a high opinion of ourselves and our surroundings, but in essence we are irrelevant. Time is mercilessly trampling us, history revolves in an incredibly perfect circle, and we, intentionally or unintentionally, although we know the trajectory very well, forget to learn anything from experience. As a result, we devalue civilization. We forget why we are here. Or maybe, we never really found out. Excuses and extenuating circumstances are our favorite tools. Finger-pointing, a favorite training of civilization. The mirror does not exist for the reflection of our own actions, but only as a means of satisfying low passions and vanity. In our free time, from the comfort of our homes, we fight for justice, equality and freedom. And freedom is a disease, friends. A virus. A comfort zone. From that position we create a false future, empty stories for our children. The play "12" is a declaration of our incompetence. Incompetence! Just a pale option, amidst spiritual corruption. Are we here just to tell our story? I have my doubts. How much is a human life worth? I believe in the will to survive. But not in extinction. Is faith enough. Can we even trust? And to whom? Maybe we are not that important. We can disappear in an instant. Anger is a bland misunderstanding. A bridge to an island of broken expectations. The play "12" is a preface to all our failures.