WHY ARE WE UNSPOKEN?
There are voices—loud, godlike, authoritative.
They echo from the desires of others. They call,
demand, explain, judge. They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is a path to
a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words. It is resistance
to the noise.
They echo from the desires of others. They call,
demand, explain, judge. They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is a path to
a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words. It is resistance
to the noise.
There are voices—loud, godlike, authoritative. They echo from the desires of others. They call, demand, explain, judge. They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is a path to a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words. It is resistance to the noise.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is a path to a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words. It is resistance to the noise.
There are voices—loud, godlike, authoritative. They echo from the desires of others. They call, demand, explain, judge. They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence
is a path to a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that
truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words.
It is resistance to the noise.
We, however, remain silent. For silence
is a path to a different kind of speech, when it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that
truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words.
It is resistance to the noise.
There are voices—loud, godlike, authoritative. They echo from the desires of others.
They call, demand, explain, judge.
They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is
a path to a different kind of speech, when
it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that
truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words.
It is resistance to the noise.
They call, demand, explain, judge.
They speak too much.
We, however, remain silent. For silence is
a path to a different kind of speech, when
it grows from suffering.
We remain silent to avoid repetition.
We remain silent to resist submission.
We remain silent to remember that
truth requires a pause.
Silence is not the absence of words.
It is resistance to the noise.
TO VOICE
A FEELING.
TO NOT SURRENDER YOUR ESSENCE
TO THE NOISE.
A FEELING.
TO NOT SURRENDER YOUR ESSENCE
TO THE NOISE.
TO VOICE A FEELING.
TO NOT SURRENDER YOUR ESSENCE TO THE NOISE.
TO NOT SURRENDER YOUR ESSENCE TO THE NOISE.
We carry the unsaid within us for
so long. It pulses, aches, becomes
a weight in the throat, in the back,
in the chest. The soreness is the body,
weary of being unheard.
Being the vessel for everything that was never spoken.
so long. It pulses, aches, becomes
a weight in the throat, in the back,
in the chest. The soreness is the body,
weary of being unheard.
Being the vessel for everything that was never spoken.
We carry the unsaid within us for so long.
It pulses, aches, becomes a weight in the throat,
in the back, in the chest. The soreness is the body,
weary of being unheard. Being the vessel
for everything that was never spoken.
It pulses, aches, becomes a weight in the throat,
in the back, in the chest. The soreness is the body,
weary of being unheard. Being the vessel
for everything that was never spoken.
THE BODY
IS GIVEN MOVEMENT, THE SOUL
IS GIVEN WORD.
IS GIVEN MOVEMENT, THE SOUL
IS GIVEN WORD.
THE BODY IS GIVEN MOVEMENT, THE SOUL IS GIVEN WORD.
Unlearn listening to the voices of others, in order to hear your own.
Hiding in the damp forest, where we
are still human—fragile, honest, resonant.
Hiding in the damp forest, where we
are still human—fragile, honest, resonant.
Our silence is not emptiness.
It is a form of concentration.
It is the space where you have
not yet answered. Where the voice matures.
To preserve yourself, you must fall silent.
But to become yourself, you must start
to speak.
It is a form of concentration.
It is the space where you have
not yet answered. Where the voice matures.
To preserve yourself, you must fall silent.
But to become yourself, you must start
to speak.
Location Support
Fedor Lukhmanov
Music Composer
Vlad Sirosh
Designer, Producer
Olya Koma
Creative Team Assistant
Maxim Antokhin
Director of Photography
Alexey Boiko
Choreographer, Performer
Vika Bryzgalova
Director
Anya Kruchinova
Creative Producer
Anya Rubcova
Concept Author, Creative Producer
Alina Kazakova
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