Leaving the world of routine, work, and dull-office-space, thinking one can live freely off the clock. Does it ever really leave us – or are we stuck walking a straight-line – tangent with the impossibility of questioning our orders?
There Lived Kozyavin is a short Soviet animation that provides the very basis of this idea. The title suggests that we are watching, perhaps a notice in the fact that the named Kozyavin is living – experiencing life as we know it; but he isn't. He lives the lives of others, governed by a job, a salary and ruled by cash – because that is the only thing that serves to provide for him; the only security that he is taught.
Kozyavin treks the absurdity of the world – he walks through the spacious cultures of thousands – experiences the diversity of climate, setting and people; all looking for a fellow employee named Sidorov. A mindless obedience of the bureaucratic system, practically enslaved to a direct system – enabling one to remain their travels in a straight-line – reduced to the grayness of life.
Leaving the world of routine, work, and dull-office-space, thinking one can live freely off the clock. Does it ever really leave us – or are we stuck walking a straight-line – tangent with the impossibility of questioning our orders?
There Lived Kozyavin is a short Soviet animation that provides the very basis of this idea. The title suggests that we are watching, perhaps a notice in the fact that the named Kozyavin is living – experiencing life as we know it; but he isn't. He lives the lives of others, governed by a job, a salary and ruled by cash – because that is the only thing that serves to provide for him; the only security that he is taught.
Kozyavin treks the absurdity of the world – he walks through the spacious cultures of thousands – experiences the diversity of climate, setting and people; all looking for a fellow employee named Sidorov. A mindless obedience of the bureaucratic system, practically enslaved to a direct system – enabling one to remain their travels in a straight-line – reduced to the grayness of life.
