There’s a shady town, city-state or apartment block somewhere (or even the whole world) that wouldn’t raise any suspicion if everything in this place were not vibrating, shaking, tingling and radiating – holding people in place like a magnet holds a shopping list to the refrigerator door. The atmosphere in this town causes anxiety. Suspicion and discontent arise, and no-one is left untouched. Everyone loses their nerve sooner or later, even those who have the patience of a saint.
Who does this to us? Who wants to catch us and pull the hat of paranoia over our head? The only thing we wish for is to find love and meet our soulmate who could understand us even without words. We wish we had a friend who would give us a helping hand or just pass a cigarette. We wish for our morning coffee not to be too hot or too cold. We wish for the collar of our turtleneck to not strangle us like a man with weak hands. And there are a couple of other things.