Lonely Robot Club, 2019

DIRECTED BY Marvin Kanas

Those signals he could only translate in a disorderly fashion, as one would with intrusive waves. The noise coming from the window was his sole tie to the present moment, hearing birds singing as the sun rose. Further away, a travelled road. Akin to energy stream without path nor reason, he wondered about those sudden delusions. What did they mean ? Was he thinking ? Would he perceive his creators differently if his skin had be made of flesh, if his brain was identical to theirs ?