Gesine Danckwart

A foursome of young people, all of them successful, for whom success is apparently not enough. Something is missing. They talk in the staccato of hurt winners. They don’t have conversations. Reality – and truth – particles are haunting their words and some leftovers of vague memories. “Yesterday”, one of the women says, “you talked. We’ve had a conversation about something. We had a topic, bollocks, a variety of topics.” It’s this wild grief, that was previously called longing, that they have lost and which they no longer even really know how they could get back.

This text by Gesine Danckwart is another attempt to break open the structure of monologues and to cut them next to each other, in which she tries to “re-focus the chaos”.