The disembodied voices of different people from different television sets float, with just a touch of reverb, in the corridor bridging the living room and the dank smelly bedroom of a flatmate. The female voice and the male voice do not address each other (on different television sets, speaking to different characters). Instead they perplexedly try talking around the other voice, meandering lost in the corridor, never being able to quite sound like they are speaking to each other. Sometimes, they clash-one tends to dominate, in perfect dissonance with the clinking of cutlery as a flatmate’s solo TV dinner in the living room ensues.I just find it ironic, how the noise of a few TV’s echoing in a corridor can not only be a sign of dysfunctionality in human relationships, but sound like a dysfuctional human relationship-a situation in which both parties can’t understand the other and will rarely get along without clashing.
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